[Gale pulls Astarion's hand to his lips to press a kiss to those cold fingers. He's lying next to the man with whom he's egregiously smitten, and he got to impress him with magic - not a bad night overall, so long as he ignores the attack, the part where his throat almost got ripped out, the fact that Astarion could have been kidnapped by the man who tortured him for two centuries, and when he killed the mood (again).

Oh, and he ruined a shirt. The night could have been better, he supposes.]

A shame you didn't start vying for my attention sooner. I could have been lavishing you with gifts this entire time.