[ Gale can’t tear his gaze from their flush hands, memorising the arc of Astarion’s long fingers — comparing the feel of them to the pressure at his throat. ]

Your life would hardly be worth the cost of my own. [ cutting, albeit in a passive way. ]

You won’t tear out my throat, hm? I may not be desired or adored, [ Astarion is, at least, the former. ] but my talents would be missed around the campfire and in the field.

[ A wizard is rather useful; that’s all. ]