[Gale returns that kiss, though it is far softer, more chaste than Astarion's - even through his fervor, he's trying to be gentle, cognizant of his partner's comfort.]

I think the very same about you, my love.

[He presses his forehead to Astarion's, enjoying that closeness. He wants to be able to have that at any time they choose, no matter what goddesses and former masters might think.]

We've got a big day tomorrow. Let's relax while we can - nothing too intimate. I'll even wash your hair, if you'd like.

[He runs his hand through the strands at Astarion's temple - it's odd, seeing it draped all around his face, only the strongest curls able to bounce back from the moisture.]