Oh. Ah. I. [The smile that grows on Taryon's face is inelegant and surprise as his own face warms with this reversal of roles. There goes Astarion, using words against Taryon's heart and erasing what thought he wished to follow with.]

Th-that's quite an honor. Really, after all this time, I'm the one.

[Oh, that laugh. Usually aimed at a joke, used in jest, now soft. Perhaps that's why Astarion didn't attempt to woo him like this first: it's super affective against a romantic.]

We can, um, continue investigating this room together. Like this. [He places his other hand on Astarion's, both of them clutching each other.] ...You really do have cold hands.