"Do keep at it, darling. I'm sure you'll convince it to move eventually," a silky voice purrs before Astarion rounds the corner. Looking smug, as per usual, of course. "After all, you do have such a way with words."

Some of that insufferable smugness morphs into what could be genuine delight after a moment, though. After all, he did come running the moment he recognized a familiar voice.

"Any reason that rock simply has to be moved? Oh, and welcome, of course. All those pleasantries and such."