[ There's a slight pause from the druid's end, as if he was half-expecting for the other to refuse. It quickly turns to a smile as he moves to sit behind him, his frame radiating warmth that had always been there. ]

With the amount of trust you've displayed for me? It would be a bite well-deserved, I think. [ Halsin speaks mostly out of jest but there's truth behind it to, just like with almost everything else that comes from him. Almost, as Astarion's hair isn't as bad as he makes it out to be. He's as handsome as ever, in Halsin's eyes, and likely in the eyes of everyone else. But part of him thinks the other would appreciate the slight shift in the subject to something less heavy, though no less important. ]

I'll be gentle. [ He assures, while giving the curls a once over with the towel. Despite being without a comb, Halsin's fingers prove to be deft enough to navigate the locks while undoing ones that may have tangled. ]

Three months...I assume you must have found housing for yourself during this time?