Astarion hummed quietly as he ran his hand through you're fur. It was a quiet warm night, laying together in his tent. It was one of the times where you could have a relaxed quiet moment with Astarion.

"What are you thinking about deer? Just zoning out?" Astarion asks softly with a snicker as he continued to stroke your side, running his hand through the softer patches of fur. "Did I ever tell you how long I've wanted to touch you? Your fur always looked so soft." Astarion mumbled. He sighs as he leans his head into you.