Oh, goody. Shall we set a date for your execution? A little feast, beforehand?

[ As the staff member walks away, Astarion snatches the bandages from Gale's hands even as he's in the middle of unrolling them, nudging his arm to indicate he ought to keep it held up. ]

You should have driven a knife into her chest and left her in the woods.

[ "Where would he get a knife, Astarion?" Shut up.

If Gale notices, as Astarion hovers by his side, he's worrying his lip, the points of his fangs pinching into his skin as he begins applying the bandages. The vampire, for his part, understands that enviousness in Gale's voice, even if he himself can only rebuff the idea of being Chosen.

He knows how young Gale had been when Mystra had first turned her attention upon him, sees his ordeal as a trap, just as much as Cazador's deal had been. But his sniping, here, won't move Gale to see things the same way. ]

What did she do, then? Bat her eyelashes and attempt to seduce you in Shar's name?

[ The best he can do at lightening the mood, given the circumstances. ]