[ Gale picks at his food, trying very hard not to look interested in the tea that is Damris's love life. (It's so juicy! It's been ages since Gale got to hear proper gossip.)

Meanwhile: ]

Ugh. Be in love with him, don't, I don't care.

[ He'd feel a little bad for Linus if his affections weren't reciprocated, but— that's just the brain damage the hag probably inflicted on him during all of that psychic assault talking, he assumes. ]

But you're going to the Underdark. Surely you didn't think I was going to let a vampire spawn run rampant in Waterdeep.

[ There is absolutely no acknowledgement of his hypocrisy here. Either he doesn't notice it, or he doesn't care. ]