[Gale leans into that kiss, and into Astarion's forehead afterwards; his skin is warmer already, though if it's the elixir to blame - or his love for Astarion - goes unsaid.]

I should be the one doting on you, feeding or not. You're the one with injuries. Aside from my capture, I'm in relatively good health. However, I will never turn down your attentions.