[ Astarion hadn't realized how much he's been curbing his hunger since they ventured into the Underdark. Gale's looking at him like he wants a taste, and Astarion holds his gaze beneath his lashes, tipping his head so Gale's thumb presses to the center of his lower lip. He parts them just enough to graze teeth over the pad, tasting the salt of his skin and a dash of soap. ]

Is that so? [ It's his turn to catch Gale's wrist and press a kiss to his knuckles, murmuring against them. ] The pain turns to bliss quick enough, with the right touch. And if you enjoy the thrill of putting your life in my hands, well...that's its own treat.