[Gale's brow knits, but he acquiesces, nodding in the silence.]
As you wish.
[Chiding himself inwardly for pushing too far, he settles for his initial plan instead, folding his hands over Astarion's shoulders — carefully dodging his scars — to work out the tension he finds there. He's a man who has spent a lot of time cooking, kneading bread and meat when necessary; the principles work well enough on muscle, as well.]
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As you wish.
[Chiding himself inwardly for pushing too far, he settles for his initial plan instead, folding his hands over Astarion's shoulders — carefully dodging his scars — to work out the tension he finds there. He's a man who has spent a lot of time cooking, kneading bread and meat when necessary; the principles work well enough on muscle, as well.]