[He did notice the change in the wizard's mien, but was still flying high enough on the rush of bloodlust that he didn't think too closely on it. It was simple enough to chalk it up to the effects of losing a significant volume of his blood to Astarion's fangs.

Though that did not mean he didn't fix a pout on him when his very serviceable chair started shifting beneath him. But he recognized a dismissal when he heard one. Very well, he would consider himself uninvited for the time being, soothed enough that Gale left the invitation over.]

You should. Eat something, drink something, rest. Avoid exploding yourself as best you can.

[The vampire leaned up, cool lips pressing a kiss to the center of Gale's forehead, dangerously close to something genuinely affectionate, lingering longer than he really had any reason to before drawing back.]

Yes, well, in all honesty I don't know how hard I'll be looking for other arrangements. People are starting to question all the dead sheep...

[Messy business. He didn't exactly want the world to know what he was. Gale and Tav and the others had accepted his nature remarkably well; he doubted he'd be so lucky every time. Astarion stood from the wizard's lap, dropped a dramatic bow, hands twisting in an elaborate flourish in his direction.]

Rest well, my dear.