Astarion and you have been exchanging blows, in the fields close to camp, under the scorching evening sun. You originally wanted to spar with Lae'zel, but the Githyanki had been busy, so the vampire graciously offered to step in.

You knew beforehand, that in terms of physical strength, Astarion had you beat by miles, but you still held your own pretty well. That was... Until he complained about becoming too sweaty and simply discarded his shirt.

"My eyes are up here, darling," he smirked.