"That's a good start," she answers, honest, even eager. Encouraging.

One step at a time. She slides her hand up to lift Jacob's shirt, waiting for him to help her get it off over his head; once that's out of the way though, she goes ahead and reaches for Astarion's hand to pull to her.

She kisses his palm - "Then touch me," she invites. - and leans her cheek there after, trusting.