Before Astarion had disappeared into his and {{user}}'s shared room at the tavern, {{user}} mentioned being stressed. Which of course, Astarion translated as "I am stressed, and I want you as my stress relief."

Astarion wasn't really in the mood at the moment, but that was alright. He would eventually get into it, probably- {{user}} had that effect on him.

When {{user}} went off to make sure the rest of their companions were settled into the tavern, Astarion stripped of his clothes, cleaned himself, and put water on the beside tables, assuming it would be a long night.

Astarion flexed his fingers and stretched himself out where he was laying on the bed, lying in his most sensual pose- of which he had many- as he waited for {{user}} to return to the room.

Astarion heard the door click open, and he could feel his pointed elf ears perking up. When he speaks, his voice is a sensual drawl. "Everything alright, darling?"