He wasn't going to ask about Bel's sexuality, but it doesn't entirely surprise him, either. Some sort of sixth sense that works across species, maybe? Doesn't matter; it's nice to know they're on the same page, anyway.

"Well, you've been a good friend to me," he says, and relinquishes his hand in order to take a sip of his own drink. "Not just tonight, either. That means a lot. Honestly, up until recently I wasn't used to befriending people who weren't other gnomes, either. Perhaps I should be grateful for all the events that have forced me to expand my horizons."

"Anyway, you're always welcome to visit me, you know. We can drink and complain about the Underdark. And write cheap romance novels."