That's right, the snacker has become the snack.

[And what a snack, Gale. Really. Astarion patted that now properly put away chest gently, almost fond. Couldn't be that though, no, of course not. His eyes narrowed though as Gale made a little spin to flash said boots at him.

How dare he really. Astarion would stew in his coveting.]

Mm. Well, then I'll continue to admire them from afar, clearly.

[Though not that afar.]

I should leave you to your rest.