Lydia's right; he's just being... Well, being the legionnaire from a poor family and the least-liked cohort that doesn't know much of anything about all these fancy window dressings. He's not used to it, he's not comfortable with it, and he definitely does not belong here.

But even so, Gale can manage a smile for Lydia. "Where do you think they got the idea?" he asks, leaning back in his chair. Maybe after he'd left a note for Courfeyrac to send Lydia that flower? It wouldn't be unlike a child of Venus to assume something's there.

Though, to be fair, there is something. He's just not sure what.

"Me too," Gale admits finally. He's curious to see where this goes.