[ They do complement each other, with Astarion in Gale's borrowed tunic - though Astarion imagines he paints a more scandalous picture, having just rolled out of bed (or off the chaise, as it were). Gale still looks the picture of the perfect eligible bachelor, though it occurs to him that they will be making a collaborative effort to take him off the market shortly.

Astarion blinks up at Gale as he reacts, flustered - and it takes him a moment, but he does recall a very married couple seated nearby at the Yawning Portal with rings on their middle fingers. For all that Astarion has honed his seductive technique to a knife's point, he does feel something like heat flare at the tips of his ears at the implication of that level of commitment between them. ]

I see. Well, that's an easy fix.

[ Astarion slips the ring onto his pointer finger, testing the fit. Better. Easier. He sits up properly, then, crossing an ankle over his thigh and fiddling absently with the ring as he studies Gale, the soft lines of his face in the firelight, the flush to his skin. His benefactor, for now; Astarion still doesn't know what to make of his generosity, the mutual benefits notwithstanding.

He spreads his arms across the back of the sofa, with a thoughtful hum. ]

Should we discuss the finer details of our relationship? Or are we going to wing it and see what happens? I'm not bad at improvisation, you know.