Ellie's eyelids flutter. It's a tender touch, the kind she has never in her life known how to accept, but Astarion and his utter lack of boundaries push past the strangeness with barely a hitch. No expectations, no ulterior motives. Just touch, because they're people and they're starved for it.

It takes a moment for the question to filter through the haze of alcohol and his long fingers, lightly tugging.

"Mmmh. Depends on the person? I mostly just have a natural talent for it."