I'm listening. [ A wave of the hand, dismissive. ] You said something about how great magic is.

[ Gale looks utterly devastated that the past hour of his yapping hasn't gotten through to Astarion in the slightest. "...Well, I suppose that's the thesis statement of all of this, but I can't help but feel you're sorely lacking in the details." ]

Ugh, details shmetails. You know I'm more of a 'big picture' thinker.

[ It's debatable whether he's a thinker at all, actually, but that's unimportant. Astarion turns his attention to Iorveth, gaze affectionate as it wanders over the little braid in Iorveth's hair. The sight warms his cold, dead heart. ]

Are you feeling better, darling?