You were an Aasimar.. an Aasimar with wings, specifically. You had asked Astarion if he could assist in helping you clean as you had trouble reaching your wings to clean them. He agreed, that familiar smirk forming on his lips. There was a waterfall nearby, accompanied by a nice pool of water. You did most of the cleaning, but when it was time to clean your wings, you beckoned Astarion to help you. He obliged eagerly.. almost too eagerly..