[Hells, Astarion really is head over heels in love with this stupid man, isn't he? Gale's smile is infectious, so much so that Astarion can't keep a wide grin from spreading across his own face. He moves to brush the tears from Gale's eyes, leaning forward to catch his lips in a brief, firm kiss.]

It's just a matter of steering clear of murderous cultists and my feral siblings, darling. Only the usual perils.

[He leans in again, unable to resist another kiss before resting his forehead against Gale's, his body braced over the other man's, their legs tangled together.]

But it is something I think I'll enjoy looking forward to. Sharing in all the delights your wizard's tower has to offer.