"That's fair. I look good in most lights."

His lips curve higher, as she steps closer, and the scent of her washes over him. The drumming of her heart in his ears, quickening, a familiar stiffness in her frame betraying not reluctance but an anxious energy. Here they stand, on the precipice of...well. Something.

"Breathe, darling."

Astarion chuckles, reaching out to trace his fingers against the edge of her cheek. "It's just us, now. I'm all yours. That's what you want, isn't it?"