[Astarion doesn't bother to hide the smile that spreads across his lips at Gale's words. He has always been a man of devotion, hasn't he? A follower in need if an altar to worship at. Well, Astarion will gladly give him that much in this little play of theirs.]

I do like the sound of divinity. All right then, my little treat. You'd like a purpose?

[Astarion releases Gale in that moment, pulling away from the hand at his thigh and turning to show Gale his backside. He takes one step toward the waiting bath before turning to address Gale over his shoulder.]

Serve me, my love. Bathe me.