It was... hard. Hard for Astarion to begin setting proper boundaries. Even moreso when asking for boundaries that benefit his autonomy.

Like to not be viewed as an item of lust.

Sure, Astarion didn't mind the intimacy. Intimacy with the first person he actually cares about is... lovely. But at the same time, Astarion requires the time. the care. The healing it'll take.

So. No viewing him as some sort of lustful thing. It was hard to force out in the moment. Astarion almost didn't know what to do with the gentle agreement.

Bodily autonomy. It feels like bliss.

Though, of course, Astarion gets worried within a few weeks. Not that his fresh relationship is starting to sour, mind you. But... well, he can't be blamed. He starts to retreat into his own mind at times.

"My dear? Lovely..." Astarion rolls over in bed. As an elf, he doesn't need sleep. He hasn't started to meditate, yet.

"Are you mad?" Astarion pauses. Then, he elaborates. "Mad at me, I mean. Upset at the lack of... well, I'm sure you know."

Astarion flashes what he considers is the most pitiful look imaginable. He picks at the blankets.