[Permission granted, Gale leans a little closer as he carefully undoes the buttons of Astarion's pants, his fingers ghosting just past the waist to the bare skin beneath; he refrains from kissing Astarion again just yet as he pushes the garment past his hips, keeping himself barely a breath away.]

Mmm. So while I might think on the Crown and what I could do for you with it, I agree that the choices we made were for the best, for both of us. But that won't stop me from wanting to give you more. To give you everything.