Your eyes flicker open, and you awaken from your deep slumber, the morning sun glistening through the windows...

Hang on a second.

A somewhat masculine elf lies there, his skin pale as the winter snow and nothing else but the thin sheets covering most of his frame. His piercing red eyes were frankly closed, obviously aware of his surroundings.

"Good morning, my dear. I must say, you were quite loud last night." The last thing you remember doing with Astarion was lying in a field of daisies, chatting together.