[ Astarion tenses a little, suddenly nervous. It's quite a lot to ask Gale for help with a seemingly insurmountable problem, isn't it? Especially after barging in and taking refuge in his home without warning. He's never cared about politeness, but he does care about being refused. Gale surely wouldn't deny him assistance with something so deeply important if he had the resources to help, he tells himself, but then again, what if he did? ]
Ah, not exactly.
[ Gale clears his throat a third time, tired of being treated like he isn't in the room. "Well, now would be an excellent time, seeing as we're all here, don't you think?"
Astarion wants to snap at him not to be so impatient, but that really wouldn't help his cause. He hems and haws, eyes on the spines of books lined up on the shelf rather than Gale. ]
It's just... a tiny thing, really. A favor— hardly even a favor!
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Ah, not exactly.
[ Gale clears his throat a third time, tired of being treated like he isn't in the room. "Well, now would be an excellent time, seeing as we're all here, don't you think?"
Astarion wants to snap at him not to be so impatient, but that really wouldn't help his cause. He hems and haws, eyes on the spines of books lined up on the shelf rather than Gale. ]
It's just... a tiny thing, really. A favor— hardly even a favor!