[He stands easily, nodding in thanks for the assistance before letting go to straighten and dust off his clothing. A quiet grin on his face as Taryon gets flustered.]

We don't have to sleep. It would be nice to just be together? And talk.

[Was what he was asking for weird? He supposes if someone had asked Astarion this he would be confused, too, so maybe it was.

He waits for Taryon to finish fussing with the bed, but can't help but to add:]

If that's not too strange of a thing to do, that is.