[Ah, there it is. Astarion's expression softens and he doesn't need to move much to further insinuate himself against Gale's side as the other man's arm tightens around him. It's a sweet thing to say, the plea of someone who wants to give in.
Rather than giving an immediate answer, Astarion's fingers curl and tip Gale's chin up. His thumb brushes just below his bottom lip and a kiss follows. It's light, barely there, but it certainly seems like an open door. He draws back just enough to see Gale's face and lifts a brow.]
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Rather than giving an immediate answer, Astarion's fingers curl and tip Gale's chin up. His thumb brushes just below his bottom lip and a kiss follows. It's light, barely there, but it certainly seems like an open door. He draws back just enough to see Gale's face and lifts a brow.]
Is that clear enough?