[She would venture to say that sometimes it's not necessarily what Astarion says that garner's reaction, but rather how he says it. Much the way it does in the moment that finger presses upon her lips. Or maybe it's the way he's looking at her. A combination of all of the things, perhaps. It is possible, likely even, that she is a touch weaker to him than she's thought.

Playfully, she snaps her teeth at his finger, but it lasts only a moment before she puckers her lips instead.]

I will be only as quiet as I feel is necessary.

[She murmurs it, but of course, that likely won't happen. There's a point at which she won't care anymore. Lifting a hand, she reaches for the curve of his neck, tracing claw along its turn with an unspoken appreciation. He's more than just handsome, which she's admitted to already. He's actually quite beautiful. Easier to see it now when she lets herself do so than trying to be wilfully oblivious.

Or ignorant.]

I could be persuaded otherwise. As we've already noticed. Apparently Selûnite discipline crumbles a touch in the face of brazen vampire spawn.