[ he loves her tail wiggles. he loves everything about her, actually. he follows that string of long, sweet kisses until the very end of it, when he's spent all the breath in his metal lungs and she's got her forehead up against his, warm as anything.

he keeps a careful hand on his bouquet as he wraps his arm around her and draws her in. once she's within reach, he softly kisses her jaw and neck and collarbone. ]

I love you too. You know that.

[ he murmurs back, nosing into her neck. he smiles. ]

Imagine sayin' I don't like 'em. Gale and Astarion would strike down where I stand, and I'd be lyin' my behind off anyhow. Now I gotta find some way to get back at ya'.