[Right, the oil. Gale's grooming. Astarion's gotten enough out of the wizard for this little venture. He removes his hands, reaching for the bucket again.]
Until just about now. Close your eyes, dear.
[And there's the rinse. He runs the water through Gale's hair a few times, working away the excess oil with his fingers, leaving it shiny and sleek.]
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Until just about now. Close your eyes, dear.
[And there's the rinse. He runs the water through Gale's hair a few times, working away the excess oil with his fingers, leaving it shiny and sleek.]