[Astarion gives a contented sigh in response. He keeps one hand cradling the back of Gale's head, while the other slides down over his side, resting at his hip. The heat, the attention Gale lavishes upon him is intoxicating. Without any pretense, knowing there's no expectation, nothing that comes beyond this aside from the adoration that he already has.]
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Make me your world. Show me I'm all that you see.