"Twigs and leaves can be sexy too," he says, eyes twinkling, at least halfway because his hair is usually full of twigs and leaves. If he does it,it's sexy. He's not full of himself, that's just fact.

His tea gets downed, same as Astrid's, and he's just as forthright when he says: "If you need the tent to warm you, I haven't done my job."

Talin is confident, assured of himself and his desirability—there's no hesitation or questioning as he reaches for her, though his grip is gentle and loose where it circles her wrist. They're just far enough apart that Astrid could pull her hand away before he tugs her against him, but he's not even slightly concerned that she will; it's just the polite thing to leave her the space. He doesn't tease, doesn't make her ask for it—as soon as their lips slot together, his mouth on hers is hot and hungry, like he's been thinking about how he'd kiss her if he got the opportunity for a while now, and he's got some things he wants to try.