[ Meat.. why did Gale's mind wander down an avenue that caused his neck to colour just over the v-fold of his wizard's robes. Something hearty, and substantial-- his mind reached for something and near instantly weave-tangled at what he found there. He cleared his throat as Astarion covered up his wanton display of chest in a pattern-card 'cover them up, slut' moment.

When his voice came out, it was huskier than normal. ]

I think that we have determined that at the absence of magical items, you are taking the edge off; and you know that my boots are fine Waterdhavian leather, I will not be eating them.

[ And because he knew that Astarion coveted his boots, he did turn with a fwish of his wizard robes, and it was in such a way that the robes thereby swirled around his ankles and that very gleam; this was a far different tease coupled by a smirk. ]