[Taryon takes a long, deep inhale through his nose. His chest rises, and his hand slides downward over Astarion's chest. He can do this. He won't be judged by what's underneath his clothes. Astarion knows what he's doing, even when Taryon is still figuring so much about himself.

And it will be great, if Astarion drinking his blood affected him already. His heart pounds thinking of Astarion's bare chest that he saw at the hotel, wondering what it would be like to be treated by an expert lover...but theres one remaining concern he has.]

...What about your injuries? I'm not--!! [He takes Astarion's waist in his free hand.] I'm not trying to excuse myself! Well, sure, I'm a bit nervous, I'm not like...alright, it's a big step. But you did get injured a lot back there.