I freed you, [ Astarion points out across the table. Obviously, he thinks he's owed some gratitude, not this impudence. ] And that personal canteen persuaded me to.

[ So he had better show some fucking respect!! Astarion briefly fantasizes about sending Damris right back where he came from, although he can't truly enjoy it. It's too close to home, too cruel even for him. Love has made him soft, he supposes. Not soft enough that he doesn't still fully intend on saddling Damris with Petras, though. ]

Gale! Don't you agree that a bustling city is no place for a newly freed spawn?

[ "Er," Gale says. ]

Honestly, I'm surprised he didn't try to eat you already.