"He did strike me as the type to be married to his job," Astarion said, giving a slight dismissive gesture, "When I first met him it seemed he hadn't had sex in about a decade, at least."

Which was something Astarion related to being married to one's job. He hadn't seen much of this ship or the world outside of Toril yet, but he was pretty sure that most people were better at finding a balance between work and life. Astarion knew that now that he was free to choose his own path, he would choose to balance his life so that he could have plenty of time to rest.

He would be an ambassador, after all. No one wanted a frazzled, high-strung ambassador who only thought about work.

"If he wants to share an obscure language, it might be just as useful for me to teach you both elven."

It seemed unlikely that anyone outside of Toril spoke that language, at least.

"And this datapad is one of those mysterious little slates, yes?"