[Sweetness with just a pinch of spice; that nip gets a surprised ah! out of Gale, one exhaled on a breath. It's Gale's turn to weave his fingers through Astarion's hair, one hand encouraging him to stay close while the other trails down the side of his abdomen, nails tracing the curves of his lithe muscles as they slip toward the small of his back.]

I suppose the party reinvigorated me. Having a good meal, seeing everyone so lively—

[He pulls in a breath, rubbing himself against Astarion's knee.]

Seeing you celebrating, mirthful, free - I can't help but want more of that. More of you. I don't know how long I'll manage, but... I can't help myself.