"Thank you, darling. I'll avoid your face altogether, actually, I'd rather be able to see you - and for you to see me, if that's what you'd like."

And while he's only really had one thing shoved in his eye that he can remember, that was one thing too many.

Astarion looks over Jedao's body thoughtfully, then lightly makes the first cut - the most delicate score along his upper arm, not even deep enough to break every layer of skin, but enough to sting. He's going to be careful about ramping this up.