At some points in Act 2, when the companions notice Ellith and Astarion are getting much closer:
Ellith: He's funny enough.
Karlach: But he's your type, right?
Ellith: I don't mind dead meat, but we need him whole.
Karlach: What?
Ellith: What?
Karlach: ...
Ellith: We're talking about 'type of food', right?
Karlach: Actually...
Ellith: Besides, if one of us must take a bite out of the other, it would be him biting me. My blood seems to be his type.
Karlach: Forget it.
Shadowheart: *coughs* madeforeachother.
Gale: 😐








