Given the hour Wyll chose to attempt to wake you, he deserved every bit of the utter lack of kindness that I gave him.

[That smile could warm Astarion's heart for days. He tucks it away in his mind for later, in favor of giving Gale an appreciative look as he stretches. He is lovely like this, lit by the midday sun streaming in through the tavern's windows.]

I feel that I've done more than my fair share of pragmatic assistance as of late, thank you. Let's indulge ourselves, dearest.