[Tucking some of her hair behind her ear, his little greeting is... about what she's come to expect of him. It's considerably better than him sidling right on up to her. She hears well, undoubtedly, but Astarion is a master of being light of foot. He could probably catch her unawares if he truly wanted to.]

Yes, hello.

[She's giving him a quick once-over, mostly curious to know if he did, in fact, go through her belongings for scandalous texts that evidently don't belong in a cleric's hands.]

I doubt I need to say this, but we don't discuss this— [She motions between the two of them.] —with the others. I'm not going to invite a plethora of people to my bathing rituals.