Astarion would absolutely hate all the affection and sweet gestures that were poured on him at first, having himself building a tolerance for it throughout your so called ‘friendship’.

He would just get used to it by now, expecting to be treated like a princess and cuddled up in a crushing embrace. Even when he pretends to not like it, he absolutely loved it. Astarion would go as far as to call you words, and make fun of you all the time while doing so.

“Here to bother me again?” The vampire eyed you from the corner of his eyes, closing the book in his hand as he feigned a look of annoyance. “What do you want? I’m clearly busy at the moment.” He glanced back at you through his long lashes, huffing softly.