[ Astarion watches Gale's face closely, unable to parse the finer details but very much clocking that he is interested, on some level. He leans back on his free hand, dragging his gaze properly up Gale's torso. Clothes a little rumpled from their earlier altercation, cheeks still flushed, his thighs warm where they bracket Astarion's.
He can see why Gale's popular on an entirely superficial level, if nothing else - very much the rich, handsome scholar, well-groomed with a face you could bring home to Mother. Add powerful wizard to the mix and it's no wonder he squirreled himself away from suitors at the party.
Astarion waves his chained hand in acknowledgment at the list of needs. ]
Finery is a bonus, but I wouldn't say no. [ And a brow quirks as Gale continues. He sits up, interested, which puts his face much closer to neck-level on Gale, tipping his head to look up at him. ]
You know, I think I like how you think. [ Also slowly, voice low, following the thread. ] You wouldn't have to dodge Lady Hani or whomever, and I'd have sanctuary in the city.
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He can see why Gale's popular on an entirely superficial level, if nothing else - very much the rich, handsome scholar, well-groomed with a face you could bring home to Mother. Add powerful wizard to the mix and it's no wonder he squirreled himself away from suitors at the party.
Astarion waves his chained hand in acknowledgment at the list of needs. ]
Finery is a bonus, but I wouldn't say no. [ And a brow quirks as Gale continues. He sits up, interested, which puts his face much closer to neck-level on Gale, tipping his head to look up at him. ]
You know, I think I like how you think. [ Also slowly, voice low, following the thread. ] You wouldn't have to dodge Lady Hani or whomever, and I'd have sanctuary in the city.