[Astarion politely leans back to give him room, but he's very clearly pleased with himself. He reaches up to briefly touch his fingertips to his lips, savoring the lingering warmth of Gale on them, perhaps, before rising from his seat.]
Trust me, darling. I don't think that you'll wear it out any time soon.
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Trust me, darling. I don't think that you'll wear it out any time soon.