[The transformation has a noted effect on Astarion. He's listening to Gale at first, but as the scent transforms it draws his attention away from Gale's words. He can nearly feel his mouth watering at the appealing thought of what Gale's blood might taste like now. How full bodied it might be, like the fine wines that he's been unable to taste for hundreds of years.
He draws in a deep breath, luxuriating in the scent before turning his head to nose against Gale's throat, kissing over his pulse, teasing at it with his teeth. When he answers, it's with a low rumble, reverberating against Gale's skin.]
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He draws in a deep breath, luxuriating in the scent before turning his head to nose against Gale's throat, kissing over his pulse, teasing at it with his teeth. When he answers, it's with a low rumble, reverberating against Gale's skin.]
I can only imagine, darling.