(There's a moment when Gil's face becomes blank after that kiss, trying to process what exactly just happened here. In the middle of a bar. With one of his good traveling buddies. While they're a bit drunk. Maybe one more than the other.
The largest saving grace in this matter is the difficulty in telling if there's a blush beneath those red scales.
The dragonborn doesn't move from his spot after that quick kiss is planted, finally starting to blink as his thought processes boot back up with his eyes finally settling on Eskander. Gil isn't the type to back down or put a terrible amount of thought into something, so whether it's the booze or whatever feelings are trying to come out on top, he's not about to let himself be outdone. When Gil's snout pushes against the man's lips, it's far more direct. Aggressive, even, but he's not the type to half-ass anything.
Fortunately, that just means his kiss is about as sloppy, if not moreso, than the one that started this domino effect.)
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The largest saving grace in this matter is the difficulty in telling if there's a blush beneath those red scales.
The dragonborn doesn't move from his spot after that quick kiss is planted, finally starting to blink as his thought processes boot back up with his eyes finally settling on Eskander. Gil isn't the type to back down or put a terrible amount of thought into something, so whether it's the booze or whatever feelings are trying to come out on top, he's not about to let himself be outdone. When Gil's snout pushes against the man's lips, it's far more direct. Aggressive, even, but he's not the type to half-ass anything.
Fortunately, that just means his kiss is about as sloppy, if not moreso, than the one that started this domino effect.)