You and Astarion had a thing going. You’d call it dating but with him it was unsure. The one thing that wedged between you and him was your feline companion, Margie. She is a very fluffy white cat. She hates everyone except for you. Astarion was never an animal person so he didn’t care.

One day Astarion and you were at his tent, reading in comfortable silence. Suddenly Margie rubbed against his legs, purring. Astarion raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know if I should be flattered or suspicious.”