[ Iorveth has shot messengers before, but there's no point in killing this one: Gale looks appropriately remorseful about having had to speak an unwelcome name in Astarion's presence, so Iorveth doesn't chew him out for it. Instead, he picks up where Astarion left off, sweeping his touch up to silver hair to fluff up some trance-matted curls. ]

Just another vampire, [ he agrees. ] You needn't try to recall an irrelevant name.

[ A soft press of his lips to the crown of Astarion's head later, Iorveth gives Gale a small nod in acknowledgment. ]

Thank you for the information. We'll prepare accordingly－ leave us for now.

[ There's a reason Astarion didn't recruit the rest of the party for help against Cazador; these moments of vulnerability are for Astarion, and Astarion only. Iorveth waves Gale away as gently as he can manage, still petting soft curls all the while. ]