"You could certainly have listened when I said so the first time," he grouches, though without true heat to it-- a cover for any other reaction that kiss to his hand might have sparked, shoved underneath the veneer of annoyance. He follows, when Astarion tugs at him, allows him to keep their hands linked if he chooses once he's pulled himself up to his feet.

...he doesn't move immediately, though, just. Taking a moment for one more look around, despite the way this sight has remained fixed in his memory for eons already.

Then he turns his attention to continuing onward.

"Now. Back the way we came, do you think, or ought we press onward."