[ Astarion’s feigned innocence irks him more than he’d care to admit — though it shows in his face, regardless, jaw set in irritation. His gaze follows Astarion, dipping down to his light-footed tricks. Naturally, Gale is slower, and he misty steps out of a particularly close encounter with the fungi, ugh. ]

— Is that all you imagine I get up to? [ hard to tell whether he’s aware of the innuendo of that ask, as he narrowly sidesteps a pulsing mushroom, glancing over his shoulder at the cloud of spores wafting across the abyss. ]

Why does my presence worry you so, when any travelling companion worth his salt wouldn’t allow you travel the Underdark alone?