[He does, actually, reaching to help tug off the shirt before moving to assist loosening the other man's trousers. The sooner all of this is on the floor, the better honestly. The drow was quite eager to begin after all. It's impossible for him to actually keep his hands to himself too, once that first flash of bare skin is shown. There's the distinct impression that he's just barely managing to keep himself from grabbing the other man and bearing him right down to the floor.
No, there's a very luxuriously made bed just for this occasion actually, it'd be a crime not to use it. One that Astarion is being shepherded towards, potentially leaving a trail of clothes in their wake though Jarlaxle has barely done away with any of his own attire. The shimmering cloak was tossed over a chair, boots kicked away, a couple belts left behind, but the focus was clearly on Astarion here.]
I trust you'll inform me should anything not suit you.
[It's not a question, he damn well knows Astarion will keep him well informed about what is and isn't permissible.]
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No, there's a very luxuriously made bed just for this occasion actually, it'd be a crime not to use it. One that Astarion is being shepherded towards, potentially leaving a trail of clothes in their wake though Jarlaxle has barely done away with any of his own attire. The shimmering cloak was tossed over a chair, boots kicked away, a couple belts left behind, but the focus was clearly on Astarion here.]
I trust you'll inform me should anything not suit you.
[It's not a question, he damn well knows Astarion will keep him well informed about what is and isn't permissible.]