"I- I,,," It's not eloquent, the sudden resurgence of a need that has been with him all day, and much of last night. He can ignore his needs well, his wants, but not when they are dangled in front of him. His hand grips one of Astarion's legs, hand wrapping round under the knee. His gaze, large eyes open, lingers hungrily on Astarion's chest.

"You- ah, hmm." He coughs unsubtly. "You wish me to... watch?"