I've written down a few suggestions to discuss with her once this work trip is done. Honestly, the choices make me wonder if someone lost a bet and now our eyes are suffering the consequences.

[The caught wrist finally dislodges the focus on deeply questionable color choices and Alucard's feelings on them, and Alucard shifts so he's glancing upwards at Astarion at a better angle. His fingers are close enough to brush against the vampire's cheek, gentle and considering. A soft laugh follows.]

And where would you rather this hand go?