Darling, rest assured, you'll not be rid of me so easily.

[He'll let himself be steered, immediately moving to pull his armor off, revealing the full extent of his injuries. He gives a hiss or groan as each one is revealing, making it all the easier for Gale to track them. There's a deep stab wound at the shoulder, a nasty gash across his hip, as well as several more superficial cuts elsewhere on his arms. Yet despite Astarion's injuries, he's more intent on Gale, wanting to make sure that Orin hasn't done any lasting damage to him.]

You as well, love. Come, there's room enough for both of us.