[Astarion's eyebrow had shot right up when Taryon had trailed off dangerously like that, but when he clarifies he begins to laugh. He takes back the folder, flipping through a couple where he does look like a waifish feminine elfling.]

Yes, you're correct on that. But... [He closes the folder, looking back up at the human.] But I don't want an embellishment. I would...I would prefer to see myself as I am, wrinkles, moles and all.

[Tav had teased him about a mole. It had upset Astarion, and Tav had said it was just a tease, but Astarion still wasn't sure if he had one or not. He never dared to ask anyone else in camp.]

Like I'm looking in a mirror.