[Astarion lets out a sigh, curling his hands in Gale's to cup the wizards face between them.]

I won't hold this against you, dearest. Not unless you make a habit of it.

[He holds Gale's gaze a moment longer, some inscrutable thought flickering behind his eyes before he turns away.]

Though I'm sorry to say you might have left the mood dead and buried. It doesn't feel right anymore.