[Despite the discomfort he was feeling - physically and figuratively - after Astarion's sudden breakdown, Gale is at ease already, unable to keep from grinning as Astarion relaxes before him. Every time his heart beats, color eking onto his ears and cheeks, he's reminded of just how taken he is with this man.

All the more reason to get the crown - to protect him, to keep him safe, to give him the world. He deserves that. Gale smiles brighter at the thought, grabbing the next bottle. He uses less of the second scent, wanting to balance the first.]

I don't know if you recall the color they used to be, but they're a gorgeous red now. Not bright and unnatural like those of a demon, but a deep ruby. [He starts at Astarion's hairline this time, his brown eyes soft as they admire Astarion's eyes.] A rich burgundy, like the finest wine. I could drink them in for eternity.

[Whoops, there he goes getting poetic again. He can't help it.]