[Well that's— something. He wants to protest as Astarion crosses the threshold, but he already knows there's no use. He sighs, making a half-hearted gesture towards the room proper with one hand as he closes the door. Wearily:]
By all means, come in.
[Of course he would ramble and say too much even in note form. He huffs softly, folding his arms across his chest.]
It was all the influence of the Ghoul Moon, yes? [Maybe not all. The biting, certainly, and for Gale's part, some champagne had been involved, but that couldn't be all it was, or else he wouldn't be feeling out of sorts now.] I can't possible seem the pining sort to you.
no subject
By all means, come in.
[Of course he would ramble and say too much even in note form. He huffs softly, folding his arms across his chest.]
It was all the influence of the Ghoul Moon, yes? [Maybe not all. The biting, certainly, and for Gale's part, some champagne had been involved, but that couldn't be all it was, or else he wouldn't be feeling out of sorts now.] I can't possible seem the pining sort to you.
[He is 100% the pining sort. See: Mystra.]
There's no need to complicate things.