Astarion frowns, gesturing vaguely and then allowing his hands to fall down on either side of him when no words actually come. It is not that he had forgotten - not really. It would be impossible to forget with the delicate black tendrils along Gale's skin at his neck, and so instead he simply sighs and then in a low voice that's part whine:

"It's no fun when you do that."

Admittedly, in his own self-absorption within their own world, he had not considered what would occur to the orb should Gale become a mindflayer. Does the mindflayer have control over it? Does it utilize the orb for... well. Astarion is now coming to grips with the thought of how much more dangerous it would be if Gale transformed. At least Cazador would have no need for him any longer if he did become a mindflayer (as absolutely terrifying as the thought is of transforming again, of his body not being his again for how ever long it would take).

"I dislike the idea of relying on fate. We're in a brand new world, Gale. It might just mean having the means to rid ourselves of our tadpoles or better yet, to use them to our advantage." He is not picky so long as he does not have to transform. Ever again. Another delicate wave of his hand: "Perhaps we'll even find a way to help you with your..." Gesture. "situation."