[ Such a wet blanket, but since Iorveth kisses him right after, it's hard to find it in himself to be displeased. It's incredible how much Iorveth's affection does for his mood; Astarion had been sulking about the possibility of him being bitten not long ago, but now he's all smiles as he reaches up to unfasten Iorveth's eyepatch, ridding him of it the same way Iorveth had rid himself of his quiver. No need for such things when they're alone. ]

Perhaps one for trancing, and one for... other activities.

[ Probably not their actual purpose, but Astarion has no intention of trancing in a separate room from his elf-shaped heater. ]

Or perhaps Gale is trying to send us a message that he disapproves.

[ Unlikely, he thinks. Stupid, sentimental Gale loves love, even the deranged and sometimes deviant kind. ]