[ Astarion scoots up so that he's leaning against the headboard enough to properly see Gale, although he's careful not to dislodge Iorveth as he does so, pulling him to his chest and idly stroking his hair. Probably enough PDA to make Gale uncomfortable, but he doesn't particularly care. At least it's not Halsin, who'd probably congratulate them for something like 'taking succor in each other' and suggest that they take off their trousers to 'truly connect with one another and nature'.

(Oh, Halsin. He does wonder what that giant man is up to these days. Perhaps they should write him sometime.)

He sighs in relief at the news that he won't have to kill another vampire in his lair. ]

Thank the gods. You know, I really do hate having to involve myself with vampires. They're quite irritating creatures, present company excluded.

[ Then, with a raised eyebrow: ] —Well, go on. Where is the cloak, then? Still in Faerûn, I hope.