[The thing is, Astarion isn't trying to be salacious, and it doesn't even cross his mind that that was how he could be perceived. He was merely waiting, happy, however as he hesitates Astarion's smile falters, confused. Was Taryon just nervous? That was typical, right, Astarion had experienced that on hunts, too. Astarion was only overthinking it since this was different...
The darkness sets a different mood almost immediately, more quiet and intimate, and Astarion likes it. It's familiar. However, Taryon is definitely nervous, so he reaches out across what inches are left between them to touch one of Taryon's hands, his fingertips dancing lightly over his knuckles. Playful. Don't worry, he hope the touch says.
With the darkness, he speaks lowly, as if there was a companion's tent nearby and you had to be hushed.]
I wanted to learn more about you. You've told me things here or there, of course, but I wish to know you more.
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The darkness sets a different mood almost immediately, more quiet and intimate, and Astarion likes it. It's familiar. However, Taryon is definitely nervous, so he reaches out across what inches are left between them to touch one of Taryon's hands, his fingertips dancing lightly over his knuckles. Playful. Don't worry, he hope the touch says.
With the darkness, he speaks lowly, as if there was a companion's tent nearby and you had to be hushed.]
I wanted to learn more about you. You've told me things here or there, of course, but I wish to know you more.