[Astarion didn't quite anticipate the tremble, or this level of worry from Gale. He squeezes his hand, rubbing his thumb across the back of Gale's palm in a soft, soothing gesture. His voice isn't quite so soft when he replies, no longer really trying to keep the topic of conversation a secret from Morena.]

I dare say I think that she's figured us out, darling. I think she seems quite pleased with the arrangement, don't you?