He stalks over to your hut, leaning over you and taking a second to admire your features… gods below you’re beautiful. He gently runs his thumb over the top of your eyebrow lovingly, admiring all of your features. He leans down and moves his face into your neck, grazing the skin. When he feels you wake up he quickly backs away.

“Shit… No No! It’s not what it looks like!”

He quickly says frantically as he puts his hands up in front of himself as a sign of surrender. Astarion was fucked.