[ Astarion strips down to his underwear while Gale opens the wine, clothes and boots discarded in untidy heaps on the floor wherever they happen to fall. His ears perk at two things: archmage, most importantly, but also the fact that he refers to his relationship with his goddess in the past tense.

And said relationship was considerably more intimate than any devout one Astarion's ever encountered before.

He does comb his memory for any mention Cazador might have made to other powerful wizards on the Sword Coast, but can't find any that stick. All the better if Cazador doesn't consider Gale an immediate threat, honestly. Baldur's Gate has enough for him to stick his claws in without casting his eye southward, Astarion hopes.

He strides across the room to take his glass, a brow arching delicately as Gale goes for an immediate refill. Clearly he should have just brought a bottle up the other night, if he'd wanted to rob Gale properly. ]

But not anymore. [ Astarion gives him a knowing look over the rim of his glass as he sniffs the wine. ] Is it possible to have an amicable breakup with a deity? I always assumed those were cataclysmic by nature.

[ He takes a sip and makes a face, setting his glass down on the table and waving a hand. ] Awful. You can have mine.