[Habit and a form of protection. The Voice is a shield, helps keep his feelings that he wants to keep hidden hidden. He's nervous, and it's easier to cling to some of his practiced form than try to navigate a more honest being. It might chase Taryon away, too.
He hasn't seen Taryon, well, not nude but in this state of undress before and he isn't unable to look away, even if part of him thought the man might get shy about it. The layers he wears hides how muscular he is--not like a barbarian, of course, but not like a typical nobleman in Astarion's experience. Astarion can't even pretend to be disappointed about the shorts, being more than happy enough with his chest with its appealing human body hair. His gaze may flick down a time or two as they talk.]
Oh? You don't luxuriate at the base? Do you use the baths?
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He hasn't seen Taryon, well, not nude but in this state of undress before and he isn't unable to look away, even if part of him thought the man might get shy about it. The layers he wears hides how muscular he is--not like a barbarian, of course, but not like a typical nobleman in Astarion's experience. Astarion can't even pretend to be disappointed about the shorts, being more than happy enough with his chest with its appealing human body hair. His gaze may flick down a time or two as they talk.]
Oh? You don't luxuriate at the base? Do you use the baths?