[That power certainly could be a tempting thing, couldn't it? But for the moment, Astarion had no goals about godhood. Perhaps something a little more down to earth, so to speak. But mostly he had his sights set on another taste of Gale in the near future.

He was still absently licking at his finger before taking a moment to check his nails, make certain the properly manicured hands still looked as such before his eyes lifted back to the wizard's.]

Really? Well, we will have to fix that, won't we? ...ugh, if the absolute nightmares who run this place even know what a distillery is. What a depressing thought.

[He slumped slightly, which brought him only further into Gale's lap, since the wizard was still being treated as his new favorite chair.] Still, this is the happiest I've felt since we arrived here. So thank you, for dinner.