"Thrawn can be a good listener sometimes. It's just that he's kind of a workaholic." Eli was this close to telling Thrawn that he'd go grey before he was forty at this rate. The man was probably looking at artwork by now.

Thoughts of Thrawn were swept away as Astarion sat with him, his cheeks threatening to turn red again. This close, he could pick up on Astarion's smell. Bergamot, rosemary, and a hint of aged brandy. Interesting combination.

"I am, yes. History, politics, that kinda thing. Teaching you Sy Bisti seems like an optional course, and I think he just likes the idea of the three of us sharing an obscure language. And you should get your own datapad soon, assuming Thrawn didn't preemptively order you one."