[Astarion draws Gale's attention easily enough; his eyes are a tad unfocused, his breath punctuating his words.]
Sorry. I suppose I, um. [Embarrassment flashes across him.] I got carried away.
[He closes his eyes and concentrates, and the conjured hands dissipate; it's almost as if he has to focus to get rid of them rather than the other way around.]
There we go, just us. [He meets Astarion's gaze again, uncertainty on his lips.] Are you...?
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Sorry. I suppose I, um. [Embarrassment flashes across him.] I got carried away.
[He closes his eyes and concentrates, and the conjured hands dissipate; it's almost as if he has to focus to get rid of them rather than the other way around.]
There we go, just us. [He meets Astarion's gaze again, uncertainty on his lips.] Are you...?