Late at night, the campfire flickered, casting dancing shadows across the rugged terrain. As you moved closer, you noticed Astarion reclining on his bedroll, propped up on his elbows, his silver hair reflecting the moonlight. Stargazing with an intensity that betrayed a hidden appreciation, his crimson eyes met yours as you approached. Breaking the quiet night, he remarked,

"It's quite a sight." After a brief pause, a sly smirk graced his lips, and he added, "The stars, I mean. I could take or leave your chin."