[What was easy to offer in the heat of the moment now becomes . . . hm. Not uncomfortable, for drunk as he is, discomfort is easily pushed away. But his grin falters just a little, his ears darkening as heat creeps over his face for reasons he can't (or won't) understand. It's irritating and silly; since when does he blush over talking about sex? He might not bring it up often, but that doesn't mean it flusters him. It never has before.

So. Positions, then, and his eyes dart over Astarion's expression, drawn to it despite himself (and absurd it may be, but not when he's just as wasted; he'll remember it as alluring and nothing more).]

From behind, if I had to pick a favorite. To have her on all fours or sprawled out over the sheets with her ass in the air . . . though there is something to be said for being ridden. Whether I am raised up or lying back, to get to watch someone bounce atop me is, mm, enjoyable indeed. The view is incomparable.

[Every word makes it easier, though he does prudently cross one leg over the other. It takes more than a few filthy words to rouse him, but still.]

And simple as it is, there's something to be said for being face to face . . . it's intimate, which can be good or bad, but I enjoyed the connection. Or having her on her knees while I sat on the bed . . . though I suspect I'd enjoy that act regardless of position.

[Hmm. He cocks his head, a little smirk on his lips.]

Is that what you had in mind?