"'m gonna roll in a second," Jedao warns, after enough contemplation to figure out that his current position, in addition to being filthy and cramp-prone, also probably looks pretty stupid.

It takes him another few seconds to figure out the motion, but then he manages it, only a little bit graceless, tipping onto his side so that he can keep his head in easy reach of Astarion's petting, but also stretch his legs out, wincing and whimpering softly, before gazing up at Astarion from the floor, his expression one of quiet, blissful gratitude.

"You liked it?" Jedao asks, just slightly cheeky.