Fenris' smile edges into a somewhat sharper grin. He kisses Astarion's shoulder before murmuring, "my little goose."

It's a silly nickname, but he'd always found it endearing, ever since- that may be a better story to tell aloud. Fenris rouses his voice. "It's from a poem. It was read to us-- I was standing guard at the time."

He doesn't have to explain what Fenris was guarding, who us is. Fenris enjoys not having to go into detail.

"It made sense within the structure of the poem. Yet I always found the term... endearing. I've wondered if-- don't laugh. If I'd have anyone to call that."

He has that, now.

His hand snakes lower, gently moving over Astarion's cock. He hasn't forgotten him.