[It is a wonder to see how quickly and eagerly Gale falls into this role. A thrill in its own right, to be in command, in control, to have Gale like a servant at his beck and call. Astarion feels powerful in a way he hasn't in so many centuries and he relishes in it.
He steps forward with a lazy grace, like a cat stalking its prey, before gently lowering himself down to sit at the lip of the bath, his legs and feet in the water but the rest of him above it and dry. Without a word, he extends his arm to Gale like it's a gift, one he knows that Gale will treasure properly.]
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He steps forward with a lazy grace, like a cat stalking its prey, before gently lowering himself down to sit at the lip of the bath, his legs and feet in the water but the rest of him above it and dry. Without a word, he extends his arm to Gale like it's a gift, one he knows that Gale will treasure properly.]
Go on.