[That reaction was not lost on the vampire, not as focused as he was on the wizard just now. He didn't comment on it, didn't do much but hum softly and watch as Gale settled himself down onto the couch. He watched perhaps a moment longer than he needed to, taking in the other's awkward moment of trying to sort himself out.
Then Astarion took pity on him. Or visited violence upon him. Likely both at the same time, given his nature. Either way, he stepped closer, and then rather unceremoniously landed himself in Gale's lap and draped himself luxuriantly over the mage. His fingers ran up Gale's chest from the very edge of that open fabric, the hollow of his throat, up and then skirting to the side, urging him to lift his chin, to let his head fall back and bare that pretty neck to the predator he'd invited to this feast.]
You may need to stop me, if I get carried away.
[His eyes flickered up to Gale's once more before he leaned close, no hesitation before he found the pulse of that strongly beating heart, fangs hovering for the barest instant above Gale's skin before he bit.]
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Then Astarion took pity on him. Or visited violence upon him. Likely both at the same time, given his nature. Either way, he stepped closer, and then rather unceremoniously landed himself in Gale's lap and draped himself luxuriantly over the mage. His fingers ran up Gale's chest from the very edge of that open fabric, the hollow of his throat, up and then skirting to the side, urging him to lift his chin, to let his head fall back and bare that pretty neck to the predator he'd invited to this feast.]
You may need to stop me, if I get carried away.
[His eyes flickered up to Gale's once more before he leaned close, no hesitation before he found the pulse of that strongly beating heart, fangs hovering for the barest instant above Gale's skin before he bit.]