[Even the briefest kiss will carry Gale far, the sensation of Astarion's lips on his leaving his heart just a little lighter. He wraps his arm around Astarion's back, folding his other arm across his middle as he settles in.]

I wonder what contributed? The safety of this well-fortified tent? The deeply romantic atmosphere of pillows and books? The thought that you'll soon be getting your revenge? Or, perhaps more likely, a combination thereof?

[He's halfway teasing; whatever the reason, he sounds happy to help Astarion feel more in control of his life, of his choices.]