Jedao lets go of the bar with one hand to drape his forearm over his red face for a little bit; if Astarion wants to not let him hide, he knows how to achieve that.
"And I don't want to ruin your work," Jedao mumbles, even though, yes, a lot of it is the embarrassment thing. And he can't actually think clearly enough to parse if Astarion is actually drawing anything with intent, but certainly it feels like - like a deliberate effect, like he is controlling the depth of his strokes quite precisely. Jedao doesn't want to mess it up.
He's not worried about it enough that he isn't still desperately hard, and he isn't taking the opportunity to repeat that it needs to happen, though.
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Date: 2024-05-05 04:28 pm (UTC)"And I don't want to ruin your work," Jedao mumbles, even though, yes, a lot of it is the embarrassment thing. And he can't actually think clearly enough to parse if Astarion is actually drawing anything with intent, but certainly it feels like - like a deliberate effect, like he is controlling the depth of his strokes quite precisely. Jedao doesn't want to mess it up.
He's not worried about it enough that he isn't still desperately hard, and he isn't taking the opportunity to repeat that it needs to happen, though.