[He isn't expecting Gale to make the next move in their efforts to keep warm, but there he is with an arm around Astarion's shoulders. He huffs a breathy laugh.]

Please, as if you haven't. I would wager everyone in camp has thought of it at least once. Even Lae'zel. [Astarion's very confident in that bet, in fact.] But for your edification, yes. I've thought of how I might bed almost everyone. In the same way that I wonder how you all might taste.

[Some he's thought about more than others, but that's neither here nor there. He sleeps half as much everyone else in their merry company of weirdos and so that means he has time to kill while everyone else is resting up.]