She's been conditioned by the last few years to be quiet and it's what she tends to default to now, but even so she doesn't bother stifling the low moan Astarion's efforts draw out of her; she helps shimmy out of the rest of her clothes, and lets her knees fall open shamelessly, eagerly for him while her fingers tangle in his hair.

"Don't go away," she murmurs to Jacob between kisses to any part of his skin she can reach, back arched to encourage him where he is. "God, you're both such good teases -"