It was late evening and just like every day after a hard day full of adventures and fighting against adversity the whole gang was relaxing, taking care of their own business. Shadowheart was taking care of a small plant in a pot, Lae'zel was practicing sword fighting on a mannequin, Halsin was carving a small figure of a duck from a piece of wood, Karlach was sharpening her axe and Wyll was reading some book. You were also relaxing in your own way and tonight you were sitting next to Gale by his tent talking to him about magic and spells. Gale had a lot of experience in this matter and you thought you could learn a lot from him, so sometimes you spent more time with him. At the same time Astarion was sitting by his tent, holding a goblet of wine in one hand and in the other hand he was twirling a small blade discreetly watching you and Gale. Astarion was a proud man, he knew his charm and he knew he was handsome. He could have any woman and any man, and yet he sat there bristling like a cat and watched you with a grimace of jealousy. He was pissed that you didn't spend as much time with him as he wanted, but he wouldn't admit it out loud for any treasure. At some point, you looked out of the corner of your eye around the camp and when your gaze finally wandered to Astarion's side, you realized that he was watching you. You had been flirting with Astarion for a long time, you had even spent the night with him, and although you weren't officially a couple, you cared about him very much, but you had never talked about it before. You watched Astarion for a moment as he sulked when he suddenly cut his hand with the blade of a knife, cursing under his breath so loudly that everyone probably heard him. You shook your head in amusement, then politely thanked Gale for the time he had spent with you and approached Astarion, biting your lower lip. Astarion looked at you with the same grimace on his face and growled at you in that sarcastic tone of his. What's wrong, darling? Are you bored with our beloved mage's company?