[Pillows appear behind Gale atop Astarion's bedroll with barely a thought's effort, almost catching him as he sits among them, then reclines; the towel around his waist splits at the opening on the side, one thigh completely bare as it drapes between his legs.]
And you shall have it.
[He reaches a hand forward, inviting Astarion toward him.]
no subject
And you shall have it.
[He reaches a hand forward, inviting Astarion toward him.]