Thrawn wondered just what it was that he had in common with that little group he'd been traveling with. He had referred to one of them as Gale and expressed a familiarity with him, suggesting that they had all been a group for a while now. If being flirted with, and flirting back, got Astarion to open up more, he'd allow it.

"Very well. Your hair is quite a lovely shade of white, much like the snow of my home world, and it's rather charming how it curls around your ears." He could start with that. He could draw upon what he'd analyzed from gazing at romantic pieces of art, if he had to.