Despite himself, Fenris feels a smile flicker to life as teeth catch his thumb. He can't remember having something like this, an unexpectedly casual intimacy. Maybe on Seheron, briefly. The smile fades as he thinks of what happened there. How long before he brings ruin here, too? One way or another.

"Yes," he deadpans. "I am infatuated with your flowery eloquence." He rolls his eyes but being able to tease brings that smile back, small as it is. He moves his thumb, brushing against Astarion's lip or his chin, whatever he can touch.

"Speaking of, I think I'm bleeding," he says almost absently as he lifts his other arm to look down at the bandaged wound on his side. This whole exercise raised his blood pressure and had him moving more than he has in days, maybe it was inevitable that they'd agitate some of his wounds.