[Oh, that's it. That is it— with a low growl Fenris' leg shoots out and sweeps in one swift motion, knocking Astarion's legs out from under him and sprawling him flat on his ass. From there it's easy to scramble atop him— oh, so much easier when they were children, and even as Fenris grapples for his wrists there's a quiet note of surprise. This is easier than it should be, but oh, it's been a while since they've last fought . . .

There, and in an instant he has Astarion pinned flat on his back, his wrists locked in place and Fenris' thighs slung over his hips. It's how they always used to fight, scrambling to pin the other down— and right about now, Fenris thinks, is when he'd threaten to spit. That always earned a scream, so easily so that it almost felt like cheating.

He doesn't want to do that now.]

You need all my teaching and then some! You can't even kiss me without freaking out— how are you gonna deal with some idiot off the street!

[But that's just snarling. The real question comes as he glares down at that reddened face, struggling to find some semblance of understanding there.]

What the hell are you so pissy about? That I got here first? I didn't ask her to do it! She just— it just happened!