[Astarion gives a huff, running his fingers through Gale's hair and shifting to peer into the tub—without dislodging Gale's fingers, that is. He is going to perceive you, Gale Dekarios. Every bit of you.]
You haven't brought a premature end to our little play, have you?
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You haven't brought a premature end to our little play, have you?