She shook his trousers at him, still not willing to look in his direction, and getting redder by the minute - though mostly around her throat.
"I'm not here to enjoy myself," She said a little tightly. "And I'm fairly certain that sleeping with Dalish Apostates doesn't fall under my duties as given by the Inquisition." Was that - wryness in her voice? Could that even be a joke?
She wasn't going to talk about shame. Of course she felt shame. But she felt shame from nearly everything about her life, at the moment, so what was one more thing. Most of the shame was an attempt to cover up whatever other feelings she felt, which she most certainly did not want to feel, or talk about, or think about.
But he was being unfairly kind, so.
"If you're fishing for compliments then you can at least find me some left over wine to get rid of this hand over. Then I'll see if I can find you one."
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"I'm not here to enjoy myself," She said a little tightly. "And I'm fairly certain that sleeping with Dalish Apostates doesn't fall under my duties as given by the Inquisition." Was that - wryness in her voice? Could that even be a joke?
She wasn't going to talk about shame. Of course she felt shame. But she felt shame from nearly everything about her life, at the moment, so what was one more thing. Most of the shame was an attempt to cover up whatever other feelings she felt, which she most certainly did not want to feel, or talk about, or think about.
But he was being unfairly kind, so.
"If you're fishing for compliments then you can at least find me some left over wine to get rid of this hand over. Then I'll see if I can find you one."