[He stops his breath in anticipation, but Taryon does not tarry and his hand smooths over his cheek, covering it with his warm palm--well, hot palm, at this point. It feels so nice, this gentle touch with no other intention behind it besides romance and fulfilling Astarion's request. He leans into the hand, eyes closing for just the briefest of moments before Taryon asks his question, making him snort.
He opens his eyes enough to look at him through his eyelashes.]
I have warmed up, but so have you. Here.
[He lifts a wet hand from the tub, placing it gently over Taryon's that rested on his cheek. Having been in the heated water, it was much warmer than his face.]
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He opens his eyes enough to look at him through his eyelashes.]
I have warmed up, but so have you. Here.
[He lifts a wet hand from the tub, placing it gently over Taryon's that rested on his cheek. Having been in the heated water, it was much warmer than his face.]
See? Just as I said, like a stone.