[Given the nature of what they're talking about, a kiss would indeed bring an influx of mixed signals, jumbling everything up in his mind, but maybe it wouldn't be so bad, either.

Maybe.

But the moment passes, here and then gone. Winter settles back as though to punctuate that ending, and Astarion, too, feels the need to bookend it with... something else. Anything else.]

I... [Anything else. What? Reset, Astarion.] I, ah, have been wondering about one thing. The markings on your skin...

[Yes, that'll do.]

I can't help but notice that they... wiggle.