[Ah, there he is, laying in the manner typically seen in salacious illustrations. Taryon pauses a tad too long to be be unnoticeable, but he eventually slides onto his side of the bed.]

Doty, turn off the lights and close the blinds.

Tary.

[The automaton walks to the lightswitch, and with a flick, the room is too dark for a human to see anything. Taryon pulls the blanket over himself and lays himself on his side facing Astarion.

...He has no clue where to look, nor what he should say.]