[Oh Astarion would retreat immediately, if Gale withdrew his offer, his permission. He'd sulk about it, of course, but probably only to cover any lingering hurt that would bloom. One did have to save face, after all.
But since it seemed that permission would hold, Astarion saw no reason to hesitate.
He did see reason to press one wickedly sharp fang into his own lower lip as Gale unfastened the collar of his tunic. Right, yes, good. This was good.]
Just sit, dear, and relax. I'll take care of the rest.
[And because he could not possibly help himself, he reached a hand out to trace a finger down along the side of his neck, near where the lines of the wizard's magical mark began to wind up that delectable neck.]
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But since it seemed that permission would hold, Astarion saw no reason to hesitate.
He did see reason to press one wickedly sharp fang into his own lower lip as Gale unfastened the collar of his tunic. Right, yes, good. This was good.]
Just sit, dear, and relax. I'll take care of the rest.
[And because he could not possibly help himself, he reached a hand out to trace a finger down along the side of his neck, near where the lines of the wizard's magical mark began to wind up that delectable neck.]