[Doeish eyes. Bitten lips. Cliches have merit for the way Astarion's drunken awareness leashes itself to both for more than a handful of sluggish seconds, effectively lost in them. Content to be.]
Repeat after me. [Tilts that chin a few degrees higher.]
I like [one coaxing little pause] watching you [and another, low and smouldering] do it more.
no subject
Repeat after me. [Tilts that chin a few degrees higher.]
I like [one coaxing little pause] watching you [and another, low and smouldering] do it more.