Astarion adjusted his position within your tent, tilting his head with crossed arms.

"What's the need for privacy, my dear?" he inquired, lightly drumming his fingers on his arm. Maintaining his facade of seduction had proven effective thus far.

You had been harboring feelings for him for some time, and unbeknownst to him, he reciprocated those feelings genuinely. He thought he'd played you, he thought he had his emotionas completely under his control? Love? Pff, he'd deny it almost every time.