[As Astarion stands, there's a second where Gale takes in his body: his eyes trail from his face where it started, down to his shoulders and collarbone, then abdomen and the pale musculature that lies there, then lower with that tantalizing sway of his hips— and that's where Gale catches himself and averts his gaze, feeling too libidinous even when in the presence of his lover.

He gets up himself, and while his whole body has a nice flush from the temperature of the bath, his ears are the reddest of all at the moment.]

Yes, I believe that would be for the best if we wish to get a good seat. I hope this won't be our only visit to this establishment.

[He grabs a towel and does his best to dry his hair. Having entrusted his entire self to Astarion, he's apparently fine with the vampire seeing his naked body, as insecure as he may feel about it at times - it's his own ogling he's uncomfortable with, no matter how impossibly handsome Astarion may be.]