[Ah, but it wouldn't be Gale without a response like that, would it? Astarion clicks his tongue against his teeth in censure, tightening his grip on Gale's hair.]

Cheeky little pup. I could give you nothing. Leave you begging at my feet.

[He brings his free hand to grip Gale's chin, letting his nails bite just slightly into the skin of his jaw.]

But you'd like that, wouldn't you? To do nothing but serve me.