[ There was a bit of tension between them, there had been a bit of tension ever since Gale had walked outside the door and seen the locket hanging there, with the extremely passive aggressive note that had popped out, that he could do 'so much better' which arguably allowed for a chuckle from himself. Only Astarion would say that one could do better than a goddess-- but also, Gale was not sure that he deserved anyone by this point.

The visions were indeed clearing from his eyes when he felt the approach coming from the back, arms that slip around his waist and the slightly cooler breath that whisper against his neck-- as if the condescending tone was not enough of a key.

Doom, that was what the visions portended to. And such destruction it was, enough to feel real and to taste the ash almost on his tongue; he'd already had a repast and taken in some wine to ease whatever the morrow brought-- however, perhaps it was well to allow the vampire a last meal too ]

Mmmm.. I suppose I could provide a last meal. [ He is strangely quiet with regards to what would happen tomorrow, he assumes it is food.. of course he does as he shifts around in those arms to look into Astarion's eyes with his own gasoline ones; a wry smile on his lips ] I do not see how we could forestall this? The Absolute, but we had a month of learning who and what the Absolute was.. but this? [ with his free hand, he gestures all around. ]