[Gale smiles, tilting his head away from Astarion's touch so he can better see the marks. Those scratches linger on his skin, a tantalizing preview of the future, should they be fortunate.]

Perhaps we can make more of those soon. [He pulls in a deep breath, relaxing.] I did think to find a few specific reagents and concoctions while in town, before we headed to the palace.

[It nearly slipped his mind until now for obvious reasons.]