A shiver ran down his spine as fingers tightened in his curls. Much like Thrawn had been, it felt like Eli was somewhat touch-starved too, judging by his reaction to the kiss. A consequence of their chosen professions, perhaps. And the way their society seemed to be quite rigid and proper compared to what he was used to. On Toril, Astarion was certain that people found ways to fool around even when on duty.

Didn't seem to be the case as much here. Time would tell.

As Eli broke the kiss to breathe, Astarion wasn't entirely unaffected himself- a dusting of a rather charming pink over the tips of those pointed ears- but he certainly had kept his cool more than the human had. His lips curled into a pleased smirk at the compliment- because he really was gorgeous and more people should say that- leaning in for a quick peck so as to not stop the other man from catching his breath, "You should see yourself right now. Utterly charming."

He tilted his head, "And thinking dirty thoughts, I think, judging by how your heart is racing."