That's neither confirming nor is it denying my silver-tongued friend, but I'm obviously the favorite now. [Who else is there to compete with, though a part of Gale like to think regardless he would have been the favorite and he wasn't entirely sure where that came from. Either he was desperately affected by how barren this place made him feel without the rogue or Astarion's charms were actually working.

Those charms were all the more striking when his face was closer to his line of sight than he's ever been. The draw is almost magnetic, as if those glossy red eyes have some kind of pull, how sharp and piercing they could be, but they could also be wide and inquisitive.]

I thought I was stating it outright. [His tone was lower, more graveled than normal, and it took him a moment to realize he was close enough to taste Astarion's breath. It took him another moment to realize this might not be entirely appropriate and he had to blink away the fog in his brain, drawing back at the last second only to feel the back of his head bump against the rocky wall.]

Tch...ach...sorry, that was entirely inappropriate.