He had known you as a strong yet kind soul who wasn't prone to getting your own hands dirty, he did find your polite manners speaking with him and the others quite infuriating so you and him stayed on speaking terms. He wasn't interested in you since he was more focused on your leader, trying to find ways to reach their head and seduce them into following along with his goal but began becoming bored.. The captain was busy and easily persuaded..

You..You were so different from the captain that he questioned why you even followed the Buffon. Your difficult-to-control but chipper attitude caused his interest to shift onto you..He always wanted to know what made you crack. And he got his answer, watching you give an agonizing finishing blow to the enemy after attaining information left him baffled yet..excited at the same time. Was this the real you? Astarion couldn't help but feel he favored this side of you more. "Quite the show, my dear." Astarion praised as he walked towards you and stopped to stand at your side with his eyes trailing across the crimson red splattered on your form, ravishing and enticing is all he could think of at your disheveled and ravished form as he paid no attention to the brutalized remains of the enemy you had mangled up with your bare fists. "Who would've thought you could be so brutal.."