[Gale is close, but not close enough. And now is not the time to be worried about decorum.]

Darling, I promise when I ravage you it will be on a mattress. Or at the very least a nice bed of moss or something.

[That said, Astarion closes the scant space between them so that he's pressed up against Gale's side as much as he can be. He isn't as warm as Karlach, but he isnt' entirely lacking in body heat, either. Enough to be convincing for most people, anyway. And while he might be able to endure this (he has, and worse, but he won't think of that now) there is no point in making Gale suffer it. Not when he needs those hands steady to make somatic gestures. Not when he needs to speak without chattering teeth to cast whatever he can. He needs Gale.]

Let that keep you warm a while and ponder my good taste.