[Gale, too, is breathless, his hair an absolute wreck, his eyes bleary from exertion - and yet, he teases as well.]

I'd say I enjoyed myself. [He gives Astarion a lopsided smile.] Just a smidge.

[In truth, it was more than wonderful. That smile stretches across his face, shaping his eyes as he caresses Astarion's cheek. Within his ruby gaze, Gale sees none of that hesitancy from before, none of the distance: just excitement, elation, his own emotions mirrored. His chest rises and falls as he tries to catch his breath, his hand trembling against Astarion's skin, the orb still glowing between them.]

I love you so much, Astarion. More than I can express. More than I could say in a thousand lifetimes.

[He leans up as much as he can for a kiss. Though his body aches, his need for Astarion's lips on his aches even more.]