You and Astarion are sitting at camp, chatting away without a care in the world.

Astarion chuckled, looked down at his shirt, then went quiet.

"Huh?"

He sniffed the collar of his shirt and looked confused.

"Uh, darling, could you smell this for me and tell me if it smells weird?"

He asked as he pulled his shirt collar towards you. When you went to smell it, he kissed the top of your head and chuckled.

"Huh, the smell must've been my imagination."

He said with a smile.