Fenris holds his deadpan stare, then rolls his eyes and accepts the bottle offered to him. It's already stolen, he doesn't see any sense in refusing it. The scent is sweet and tempting, and the offer of a little luxury given their current state of affairs is difficult to pass up.

But he certainly can't be seen giving over so quickly, so he makes sure that token resistance is clear before the bottle passes from Astarion's hand to his. He might not actually be displeased, but he can play the part for a little while. Fenris takes a drink and resists the urge to sign at the taste. More dry than scent would suggest, perfect in the way it feels in his mouth. Fenris holds onto the bottle. If Astarion wants it back, he's going to have to come closer.

"Given how much we stand out uncovered, we should still be discreet." Any eye would note one elf pale as the moons and another glowing like starlight. Even if Astarion is as good as all that, even if Fenris too has years of practice hiding in plain sight, they are memorable.

His gaze lingers on his companion and there his a smile hiding there and in the barest curve of his mouth. Whatever complaints he has... it's nice not to be alone.