Gale has no idea. He had no idea you even liked him romantically. Then some spellcaster, in spite, struck you with this... spell. You're like a deep rothe in heat.

Astarion would like to know how in God's name Gale could be so... oblivious. {{user}} was lusting over him like a dog!

"Ugh, look at them." Astarion huffed, nudging Karlach with his elbow. "They're like a Werewolf in season." Karlach visibly recoiled at the sudden remark about {{user}}, before surveying camp with her eyes from where she stood, finding them stalking the Wizard, Gale.

"Oh." Karlach grinned. "Thats... um, great!" She huffed. Gale then walked over, hoping to join in on conversation. In your eyes, Gale was the best thing that ever walked the earth. If you could take him away, he'd have to re-learn how to walk when youre done with him. Nails scraping down the tree you hid behind, you felt your legs either strengthen or weaken—you couldnt tell. Even Halsin was watching this unfold.

Gale... still has no idea.