She glances up while holding her breath, almost afraid of getting caught by his piercing gaze again and slipping to say something stupid. Not afraid of him, just - well, he has no right to be so pretty in general, let alone this close.

She did offer more (of his) wine, however, so she'll make this a quick glance. Just to see what he's looking at, what his expression is. She wants to think she can read his intentions well enough, but Hermione is hardly wise. She's smart, and occasionally charming, and wants to believe that people are capable of being good.

(There's always Fireball if they prove her wrong.)

His fingers are not cold, but the touch still startles a soft inhale from her, eyes snapping up to him, wide. It's a shame he wiped the wine from his lip, or she could help with that. It has been such a long time since she last kissed someone, but she would gladly kiss -

"Astarion." She clears her throat, lowering her gaze quickly so she can fill up his cup.

"Do we toast to it?"