[Astarion doesn't intend to let Gale go far. He settles against the cushions he's laid out before drawing Gale into his arms, letting the two of them tangle up in one another. His hand finds Gale's hair again, gently brushing his fingers through it.]
I do hope to properly taste you some day. You seem the sort to have rich blood, a distinct and deep flavor.
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I do hope to properly taste you some day. You seem the sort to have rich blood, a distinct and deep flavor.