[That right there sounded like a challenge, and say what you would about the pale elf, he was not one to shy away from a challenge. Well, not one to shy away from a challenge that he was fairly confident he could win.
How confident?
As he sauntered by where the wizard was holding the door open for him, he slowed, moving closer, not quite touching but absolutely putting himself well within Gale's personal space.]
Oh, darling...
[He purred.]
You'd never even see me coming.
[He breezed past, out the door, before holding up a small pouch and waving it over his shoulder without looking back. Gale might recognize it as his pouch, that had until quite recently been at home in his pocket. Astarion's now.]
Sleight of hand check nat 20 RIP Gale of Waterdeep's not so deep pockets
How confident?
As he sauntered by where the wizard was holding the door open for him, he slowed, moving closer, not quite touching but absolutely putting himself well within Gale's personal space.]
Oh, darling...
[He purred.]
You'd never even see me coming.
[He breezed past, out the door, before holding up a small pouch and waving it over his shoulder without looking back. Gale might recognize it as his pouch, that had until quite recently been at home in his pocket. Astarion's now.]