[Not even a cantrip, Gale? Astarion gives a soft laugh, kissing the corner of Gale's mouth affectionately.]

Well. I suppose now I can say that I've fucked the magic out of a wizard. But rest assured, my heart, I'm quite familiar with doing this the old fashioned way.

[Though it does take a bit of careful movement before Astarion's able to fully disentangle himself from Gale. Once he does, he rises, unabashedly naked, and steps away for only as long as it takes to retrieve a cloth and jug of water before he's back at Gale's sides.

He starts with the face and neck, wiping away sweat and maybe a little stray blood they missed before. His touch lingers a moment at the marks left by his fangs, red as the scratches Gale's left along his back and sides.]

I think I like the look of this on you.