[ Astarion just shrugs. It's not Iorveth's fault that his love language is acts of service and all he knows how to do is kill. ]

And if you ever need someone to fix that mop you call hair, say the word.

[ Bullying. Gale's hair actually looks quite good, although Astarion will never admit it, lest Gale get a(n even) big(ger) head. It's important that Gale gets knocked down a peg every once in a while, and Astarion is happy to be of service.

Gale scoffs, offended, and opens his mouth to protest— ]

Thank you, truly.

[ —and is then rendered speechless by Astarion offering genuine gratitude. ]

You should get some rest, Gale. [ Innocently: ] I promise I won't go through your things while you're asleep.