Astarion considered you a footmat. You run after everyone, help them gratuitously.

When you arrived, you looked so exhausted and shabby. The only thing you wanted now was to wash yourself and lie down near the fire, which crackled so pleasantly.

But for your companion this served as a new reason to laugh at you. As usual, a mocking smile played on his pale lips as he sighed deliberately loudly.

”I'm waiting for you to grow a dog tail, darling,” he sighed dramatically again. “Woof?”