Some Gortash headcanon banters, because we need it
Gale: About your Steel watch... Can you speak through it?
Gortash: And "watch", too. I don't usually see anything interesting, though, so it's more for fun.
Gale: You have a interesting view of fun.
Gortash: Don't worry, wizard, I didn't spied your party through the watchers. You make so much noise, I could do it just from my office window.
Wyll: Your parents... I can't imagine anyone capable of such cruelty to their own child
Gortash: It's not your business.
Wyll: But all I wanted to do was--
Gortash: Wyllric Ulder Ravengard, one more word and I'll kill a random slave just so you'll stop pretending to understand me.
Wyll: A monster after all.
Gortash: That's better.
Gortash: I've been meaning to ask. Your sword, it's Gith-made, isn't it?
Laezel: No, I will not let you study my sword.
Gortash: How could you think that! I'm just trying to get to know my dear friend's new companions!
Gortash: ...and what about the crossbow?
Shadowheart: So what was Ketheric like?
Gortash: Dead? Ah, though that's not saying anything in your party.
Astarion: That's very kind of you.
Gortash: Suffering for his daughter, suffering for his wife, suffering that we made a little joke of him... Didn't he also suffer when he died?
Shadowheart: Don't tell me you're feeling sorry for him.
Gortash: It's just so monotonous. I was hoping he'd surprise me before he died
Gortash: So what about the dragon under the city?
Laezel: It does not obey the githyanki and will likely burn you all. I will be saddling it.
Gortash: Oh no, no, my dear, the city is mine, so the dragon belongs to me as well. I will be its rider.
Wyll: You do know he's intelligent and unlikely to want to ride you, don't you?
Gortash: Remind me to put your father back in the Iron Throne when we get back, okay?
Astarion: And how many years did you spend in House of Hope?
Gortash: Nine years, four months and five days
Astarion: What admirable accuracy.
Gortash: I have a talent for math.