[Astarion refrains from having a piece himself. He's tempted to tell Gale what Morena might have seen when he leans close, but she seizes control of the conversation before he has a chance. Thankfully, it's a lighthearted subject, and one that does wonders to set Astarion a little more at ease. He's more than happy to poke fun at Gale's younger misadventures, just to see how it makes him fluster and squirm.

By the time the evening winds down, he's nearly forgotten his earlier lapses, and the looming implications of what Morena might know. Better to let himself savor the moment, knowing he's kept his word to Gale.]

My dear Morena, I can only imagine you must have and endless assortment of tales about the follies of your son's youth. I'm looking forward to hearing every single one of them.