[ Astarion angles his shoulders toward Gale once he sits down beside him, lips curving as he considers their options. ]

Ah, yes, it was only a matter of time before you succumbed to my myriad charms. My gorgeous hair, my dashing smile... [ Astarion pushes a hand through his curls, flashing his fangs with a glimmer in his eye. ] No one could blame you, really.

[ He drums his fingers on the sofa's plush velvet, considering. ]

Are there any particular suitors I need to watch my back around? Never underestimate the volatility of a jealous noble.