Giving him a crooked smile while skilfully ignoring Astarion's glare, Tav used the offending hand to lightly grasp his chin. The touch burned hotter and more fierce than the places where the sun had left its mark upon his skin. Yet it was soft enough that Astarion could retreat from it, if he so wished. Or: Astarion is as pasty as a sheet of paper and definitely needs whatever the dnd version of suncreen is and Tav is happy to take advantage of the situation Note: This is going to be a collection of stories I'll update occasionally. if you have requests with this character combination please voice them, if i like it i'll be more than happy to indulge