Fenris supposes this is the part where he should lower himself to his knees, but the idea still gives him more than a small pause. Maybe if elves here live as long as Astarion says, maybe if Fenris is given those advanced and endless years... but that doesn't matter, here, now.

Instead, Fenris undoes his gauntlets, letting them fall to the ground with a clanking metal thunk. He lets his hands roam over Astarion's body, humming lightly to himself. "And I," he says, voice deep with emotion and satisfaction both, "to this strange realm."

This is before he spits into one hand and moves to grasp at Astarion's cock, massaging slowly, lethargic. Romance itself.