Easier to tell herself before Astarion was suddenly at her shoulder, one arm slipping almost around her before offering up the goblet for a refill.

"One more, then. How could I say no?"

This close, he can almost hear the dancing of her heartbeat. And the tinge of her cheeks isn't just from the fine. The difference is...minute. Nuanced. But he knows how to look, to gauge interest safely from a distance.

The small catch of breath, slightly parted lips, eyes a little darker.

One hand reaches up to gently tuck a strand of loose hair behind her ear, almost absently.