Shell Game (слэш)

Gale continues, insistent. "You have made it clear that your personal life is none of my business. I respect that. However, as your companion, I do not believe that the vampire has your best interests at heart."
"Oh?"
"I wonder if you don't--if you might care for him, in a way that he does not care for you. That he may be willingly letting you believe he feels the same, in order to take advantage of your generosity."
Another laugh, unconcerned. "My generosity?"
Astarion thinks, yes, you idiot. He has never met someone so free with their belongings, with their blood, with their affection and their time. All for nothing in return.
He is absolutely taking advantage. How strange to be simultaneously both deeply grateful that something has finally been said and truly resentful at being seen.