Gale preferred to be his own lab rat, thank you very much, but that there might be a place where he could run his own tests without too much interreference would be something of a boon in the future. For now this was a simple, though not entirely conclusive test that he could run on symptoms if not on determining whether or not the affliction was still there. The fact that it caused Astarion to recoil did inspire Gale to crack a grin, a slight grin, dramatic as always - some things clearly do not change and perhaps that was a comfort. Though to be fair Astarion's outbursts were also amusing.

"Where would the fun be in that," was the zesty response to Astarion's petulance even though it was an impulsive move born from curiosity than anything else, "on a positive note everything seems perfectly normal so if something happens and I end up bleeding profusely around you, you will not have to recoil in horror or faint from the acrid redolence. On a negative note, my sanguine hunger still extends to a medium well Sarrulk Stag, so I will not be joining you on your nightly hunts and I'm hardly equipped to do so."