She touches those scars with her light fingers and he shivers, biting back a soft moan. Jacob pushes himself back up, pressing a kiss to Astarion's temple, murmuring an agreement.

He's already got a hand under them, so it's no effort to start to peel off the layers, leaning in to steal a kiss from her, too, every now and again.

"Alright, lay down," he tells her softly, though he isn't eager to get her off his lap.