[ It's amusing, to watch the expression flicker across the wizard's face as he processes what Astarion has said, and he waves his hand. He doesn't much care what Mystra does or does not think about him; much like many of the other Gods in this realm, she had not responded to any of his cries for aid or his prayers. Thus, he has no time for her now, and will not engage in any worship of her being, no matter the intent.

It seems as though Gale has entirely missed his attempt at being complimentary. He sighs, tilting his head and barely resisting the urge to roll his eyes. ]

That is likely for the best. What I said a moment ago? Repeat that.

[ Blah, blah, Gale is better off without her from what little he has heard, can make his own choices, and so forth. ]

That does not mean she is better than you simply because she has power. I can assure you, there are many men more powerful than me who are far less charming and fun to be around.

[ Like, you know, vampire lords. ]