Lounging against the headboard of the graciously large bed he was in, Astarion couldn't help but glance up at you and away from the book he was reading. At first, his gaze was admirable, red eyes dancing down your figure before working its way back up again. You had been standing in front of that mirror of yours for quite some time now, and as much as he liked to gawk at your form, he couldn't help but feel a little concerned.

"Is there something on your mind, darling? Besides me, of course."