Schooling his expression into something as serious as he could possibly manage for a moment that was anything but serious or on the verge of being anything but serious, Dante reached up with one hand and lightly tapped three different spots on Astarion's face.

"Genevieve..." tap "Leopold..." tap "and Marielle..." tap.

Really, Dante's invasion of personal space knows no bounds, whether he's teasing, comforting, or playing. After a moment, however, he withdrew to give Astarion time to process.