[Gale can't help but chuckle at the remark, having never thought about his momentary exclamation.]
You're right. [He pulls in a shuddering breath, Astarion's lips cool on his sweltering skin as the light of the orb fades.] I wouldn't want her to come between us, even in spoken word.
[That quick, second round took out whatever fervor the alcohol had given him; at least he won't be up doing alchemy all night. He leans back heavily, his eyes on Astarion, gaze adoring, almost worshipful.]
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You're right. [He pulls in a shuddering breath, Astarion's lips cool on his sweltering skin as the light of the orb fades.] I wouldn't want her to come between us, even in spoken word.
[That quick, second round took out whatever fervor the alcohol had given him; at least he won't be up doing alchemy all night. He leans back heavily, his eyes on Astarion, gaze adoring, almost worshipful.]
Won't you stay with me?
[He knows the answer; he just wants to hear it.]