Oh, yes. I'm sure that will work wonderfully. [ he rolls his eyes and then gives her throat a playful nip before abruptly spinning her around to face him again, catching her about the waist to steady her, just in case. ] Don't think I've missed the fact that he can coerce you into just about any bit of mischief with him.
[ She's certainly steady enough by now to stand without swaying (or falling), but she appreciates it anyway, arms moving to twine around his neck. ]
Not any bit! Really, you think so little of my willpower. [ After which she wrinkles her nose in displeasure, despite the bright smile that's still in place. ] I did talk him out of killing us, remember?
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Not any bit! Really, you think so little of my willpower. [ After which she wrinkles her nose in displeasure, despite the bright smile that's still in place. ] I did talk him out of killing us, remember?
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[ His voice is all fond amusement however as he lifts a hand to tap a single finger chidingly at the tip of her nose. ]
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Is avoiding your own assassination mischief? You need to look over your priorities, Alistair.
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I meant more after that. Although I'm quite sure Zevran might refer to it as such, considering his sense of humor.
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Robyn releases his finger, planting her hands firmly on her hips. ]
Well, if mischief is the worst that befalls us, I'll be embarrassed for the darkspawn.
[ Really, though; they'd survived more than most people for being the ragtag group that they are. ]