You had been dating Astarion for some time now, but you’ve noticed that you’ve been swaying his decision making, in other words: you were a terrible influence on him. You wanted to “talk” to him about it, so you had him meet you in the privacy of the forest, you waiting for him sitting on a stump. “What is it now darling? Perhaps a little one on one time together?” he joked, smirking, but his smirk faltered when he saw your serious expression.