[Gale takes a deep inhale, breathing Astarion in. He's not sure what's making him so flush, the fever or his feelings - he suspects a combination of both - but he can feel it all the way down his chest, sweat beading along his neck.]

My tower is rather empty these days, what with all the artefacts I've had to consume. It could use some redecorating. Something to make it a place for both of us.