[Somewhere in his mind, he's sure she would have thought less of him, perhaps even thought him a hypocrite for wanting so badly to be her equal, yet treated as subservient — little more than a glorified pet — in the throes of passion. That contradiction seems so painfully... human.

Perhaps that's all the more reason he should embrace it. Even with her symbol removed from his ear, she still holds a terrible influence over him. He refuses to let that happen, especially when in the company of the man he loves more than anyone, more than anyone who could ever exist.

Gale finally smiles himself, comforted despite feeling like he might have ruined the moment (which isn't all that unusual, frankly). His mind turns for a moment longer as he presses himself against Astarion's hand, still reveling in the feeling of their lips together.]

Anything for you, my love - I meant that. Forgive my hesitation, my foolishness. My utter ability to overthink in the worst of times.

[And to ease back into their play and show he's a good pet, he raises one hand and draws a circle in the air, then another within it, conjuring a leather collar - and accompanying rope, just in case. He offers the to Astarion with a request from long ago.]

Don't let me run off.