Astarion Ancunín

"Smaller too," he laughs, but this at least he's learned to navigate. Demons might come in all shapes and sizes, but outside the of his co-workers and Val, there aren't a whole lot that are taller. Luckily most of his height his in his legs, and so he scans the room and guides them to somewhere he can gently push Astarion to sit and climbs into his lap. The distance not so strained, Angel happily resumes where they left off, fingers sliding blindly, over and under linen, and a whole other set smoothing back through those curls.