[Astarion's hand flaps in the air in a so-so sort of gesture as he makes a vaguely noncommittal sound in reply.]

Perhaps not as much as I'd like. I'm certain I'm not enjoying it nearly as much as you are.

[He pushes past Gale into the tent, his eyes clocking the Annals of Karsus where it rests before dropping him down into a seat. After a moment's consideration, he extends a hand towards Gale in invitation. He wants the wizard close.]

There's something else on my mind.