You and Astarion had been drinking together for hours, and you'd both gotten to the point where you were all giggly and cheerful. Several empty bottles of the finest alcohol surrounding you, and many full ones neatly piled too.

"So," Astarion begins in between sips of his fine wine, a stupid but rather endearing grin on his face. "Hypothetically, if you could change anything about yourself, anything at all, what would it be?"