[What a good and considerate chair. Astarion should really pay him that compliment. Then again, would Gale consider it a compliment to be told how good he is at being furniture? The vampire turned that thought over in his head before shrugging it off for the moment.

He would absolutely make hungry eyes at Gale, after having a taste of him. He could certainly get used to it, and would rather like the opportunity to do just that. But he would ask permission. Of course he would.]

Ah, I see. Yes, that does seem wise. I've never really had any desire for my snacks to explode.

[It was said flippant, as if it was some small thing. But no, Gale was not allowed to self-destruct. Certainly not when Astarion was next to him, but also in general.

He couldn't quite hide the surprise at the offer.]

You wouldn't mind? Really? [He wound his arms around the wizard's neck, all fanged smile.] Why Gale, that may be the sweetest thing anyone has ever offered.

[He could subsist fine on animal blood, but there was something about the blood of people that was sweeter, more sustaining.]