[It's unfortunate that Gale seems preoccupied with the tray, as he might have enjoyed knowing Astarion was watching him, taking in his bare form. It's true that Gale tends to be shy when it comes to his body, knowing he's handsome, but never feeling like he quite measures up to his partner. When he's courted a literal goddess and now a vampire known for his incredible looks and charm, it's hard not to feel a little inadequate. But that body well and truly is Astarion's and Astarion's alone to see, to have - and in that regard, he's happy to provide, sharing himself in intimate moments reserved for only the two of them.]

I'm sure were there to be anyone who could improve my looks, it would be you.

[He takes his seat on the ledge and picks up one of the bottles of oil, giving it a tentative sniff. A sweet smell, not quite what he'd expect for Astarion. He tries another, and finds it has a more earthen aroma.

He gestures for Astarion to come closer, to lean against him.]

I don't suppose you have a preference, do you?