[ Gale's closer than Astarion would like for slipping the book into his coat and moving on, but closer is better for flirting. He's just as careful as Gale asks with the book, holding it reverently as he sifts the pages. ]

[ After a moment, ] I've got an idea, if you're of a mind to indulge me. [ Conspiratorially, again, like they're in on something together: leaning in to murmur by Gale's ear, cool breath against his skin. ] Someone mentioned there's a whole case of First Frost downstairs that they're saving for the wee hours. How would you feel about nicking a bottle for us, so we can enjoy it as we read? I'd get it myself, of course, but you seem to know your way around here much better than I do.

[ If Gale takes the bait, Astarion can be gone before anyone's the wiser. ]