[He's not going to ask random elves he just met if they can grow beards, although the one half-elf he knows is pretty smooth.
Though the request for another caress forces him to revisit that: elven skin is very smooth. He hadn't thought much when he was fixing a blemish in his face, but now, the sole purpose for this contact will be touch.]
...I can. [Taryon is not shy when he reaches out. The tips of his fingers rest on the spot between Astarion's eyes and ears, followed by the pads of his fingers, then the conscious pressure of his palm on a pale cheek.
A light of concern flashes across his eyes.] Do you...warm up, in some cases?
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[He's not going to ask random elves he just met if they can grow beards, although the one half-elf he knows is pretty smooth.
Though the request for another caress forces him to revisit that: elven skin is very smooth. He hadn't thought much when he was fixing a blemish in his face, but now, the sole purpose for this contact will be touch.]
...I can. [Taryon is not shy when he reaches out. The tips of his fingers rest on the spot between Astarion's eyes and ears, followed by the pads of his fingers, then the conscious pressure of his palm on a pale cheek.
A light of concern flashes across his eyes.] Do you...warm up, in some cases?