[ As tempting as it is to laugh at Gale's floundering, to do so would rob him of the pot of gold at the end of the chatty rainbow: the favor, promised out of guilt that cannot actually be assigned to Gale at all, but that's for Astarion to know and for Gale to put together. ]
A favor, [ he agrees, feigning magnanimity.
He pauses, looking down at the bracelet he's still just holding in his hand — gold thread intertwined with a few glass beads — hesitating only a moment before holding it out to Gale. Is it partially a distraction, a way of attempting to ensure Gale doesn't think their circumstances through to their fullest extent? Maybe. ]
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A favor, [ he agrees, feigning magnanimity.
He pauses, looking down at the bracelet he's still just holding in his hand — gold thread intertwined with a few glass beads — hesitating only a moment before holding it out to Gale. Is it partially a distraction, a way of attempting to ensure Gale doesn't think their circumstances through to their fullest extent? Maybe. ]
Here. Return it to me when we're square.