[ If anyone else was to hear their conversation, they would surely think that Astarion is being a deliberate asshole - and maybe he is, going out of his way to poke and prod and upset Gale. It does make it feel too easy, sometimes, the way that he reacts, the determination to have Astarion say something he's not willing to offer. Gale is open and honest in his feelings in a way that Astarion simply cannot be; he has been forced into making sure that he was never vulnerable, never at risk.

... There is something rather refreshing about his keen energy when Astarion gives him a taste of praise, something that he could indulge in were he a worse person, but he tucks that away and keeps it to himself.

Arms crossing again, leaning forward, he speaks as if all of this were a terrible secret. ]

Then you understand what I meant with the word. I am glad you understand.

[ If he's offended by the use of his own phrase, he keeps it to himself, not even considering making a point of it. There are better ways to torment. ]

Is there going to be a next time? Do you intend to give me more of your library to indulge in, Gale? How daring of you.

[ It does feel strangely intimate, offering something that is clearly so important to him. ]