[Gale laughs, a low, dry chuckle breathed into Astarion's neck.]

I'm exquisite? Astarion...

[He nestles against Astarion's throat, heat radiating off his face as he arches into that touch at his back.]

You are... a marvel beyond description. A wonder I could have never imagined having in my life.

[Pulling his fingers along Astarion's side with a feather-light touch, he brings his hand to the vampire's front, feeling his abdomen, his chest, as though memorizing his bones and imperfections through touch alone.]

You took back your freedom, denied temptation when the power you sought was literally within your grasp. You've helped me see a future that when this adventure began, I didn't believe I'd live to see - certainly not with someone by my side.

[His hand slides around Astarion to the small of his back, careful not to touch his scars.]

I'm almost convinced that if Bhaal himself had taken me, you'd have fought him without a second thought. There's no word in any language I know that suits you.

[So action will have to do. He goes back to working Astarion's neck, his teeth catching as he sucks a dark mark there.]