[He could feel the heat suffusing his face though whether it was because he was flustered or because Astarion was, not surprisingly, alluring in his flirtations was something to be considered.

What required very little consideration was the fluttering in the pit of his stomach and how frustrating it was that the rogue was able to inspire such a reaction so effortlessly. Though he could attribute it to exhaustion and his defenses being much lower than they would have been.]

When makes it seem as though you've given the ravaging more than just a passing thought. Do you have a confession that you would like to make, because I'm all ears?

[Well turnabout is fair play and if this is Astarion trying to yank his chain he can play along. The good humor is welcome at least, so is whatever warmth they can siphon, both from the fire and from one another, for the time being. Opening one arm he drapes it over Astarion's shoulder, this and the softest bit of earth they could find would do, though there was a part of him that wished he had enough energy to create a small pocket of reality, a bed, a warm room...just for a night.

But this would do.]

You are incorrigible to the very last drop.