[Astarion's eyes meet Gale's, and he'll find no disappointment, disapproval, or annoyance - only a sober look, one that accompanies Gale taking his hand below the table as he sits back down with his plate. He gives Astarion's hand a squeeze before releasing him so he can get his own serving.

Morena may keep her eyes off them, but there's the sense that she's watching all the same, a slight tension in the air that comes from observation.]

Well, it's a good thing Gale is always in need of company, particular company that treats him well.

[Grateful they're not talking about Astarion's family anymore, Gale chimes in.]

Oh, he treats me very well. Better than anyone ever has, really. Well, save for you, of course. And Tara. Maybe Elminster, depending on the circumstances.

[Morena's chin lands on her hands, the two of them clasped by the fingers to form a bridge before her; she smiles knowingly.]

You might move him ahead of Elminster, my sweet rabbit. I don't think that old windbag ever left a mark on your neck like that.

[Gale stiffens, his face almost as red as Astarion's eyes as Morena smirks to herself and pours herself a glass of wine.]