...that is not how ownership works, Gale. I was a magistrate.

[Astarion just narrows his eyes at Gale.] Besides what in the world would I do with a cow? What does one do with a cow?

[Despite himself and his general air of annoyance at Gale's mouth continuing to spew words into the world, he's amused. This is familiar for them, and it's comforting in a very unfamiliar place.

But cow taken care of and any revelations about any possible praise kink thankfully dodged.]

So, we're playing trash collector now? Is that the plan?