[ Gale is watching Astarion like Astarion's the rogue he is--like he'll deny Gale this, too. While power is a heady thing, he'd be a poor tactician if he thought leaving their wizard to rot another day was a good idea.

He's a little surprised Tav has, honestly. Though they do have a whole party's worth of bizarre little problems to juggle. ]

We've barely scratched the surface of how I play with my food, darling.

[ With a cool smile, as he sits back on his sad little pillow, one leg stretched out in front of him and the other knee bent, elbow resting on it. Astarion is realizing he's never actually watched Gale do this before: Tav usually takes careful inventory of their assets and brings Gale his dinner privately.

He flourishes a hand, palm up, toward the bracers. ]

But I have no interest in further denying you tonight. [ Unlike your goddess, is what he doesn't say. ] Go on, then.