[ In Gale's opinion, Astarion should be neither flattered nor scandalized. He is a rake, especially in the eyes of a serial monogamist whose idea of a wild night is cooking without a recipe.
He stares at Astarion with a quirked eyebrow, skepticism written all over his face. He gives him a pointed once-over: good-looking man, expensive tastes, libertine morals. 'Rakish' seems an understatement; Astarion is as if the anti-hero from a lowbrow romance novel came to life (not that Gale would know anything about those, of course). He has to wonder which parts of the persona are genuine. All of it? None of it? With Astarion, it's difficult to tell.
His gaze flicks back to Astarion's face and he tilts his head, dubious. ]
Do you mean to deny the allegation, then?
[ Translation: yes, I absolutely think you're a rake. ]
no subject
He stares at Astarion with a quirked eyebrow, skepticism written all over his face. He gives him a pointed once-over: good-looking man, expensive tastes, libertine morals. 'Rakish' seems an understatement; Astarion is as if the anti-hero from a lowbrow romance novel came to life (not that Gale would know anything about those, of course). He has to wonder which parts of the persona are genuine. All of it? None of it? With Astarion, it's difficult to tell.
His gaze flicks back to Astarion's face and he tilts his head, dubious. ]
Do you mean to deny the allegation, then?
[ Translation: yes, I absolutely think you're a rake. ]