[Gale steals a glance Astarion's way, possibly looking for reassurance, or maybe to silently insist he never ask about that pet name; that little smile he receives doesn't offer any reassurance whatsoever, leaving Gale redder than he'd like to be. At least Astarion didn't tell his mother he was stuck in a rock.]

Two centuries? Goodness, you elves do live a long time, don't you? I'm just glad you didn't meet Gale in your line of work, though I'm sure as a magistrate, you've seen some real miscreants.

[Gale attempts to cut in.]

I'll have you know I've been on my best behavior as of late. Mostly.