He is losing so many points right now. She scrambles to tighten her hold, imagining how wet and freezing she'll be if she ends up dropped into a snowbank.
"No! I swear we will never have sex again and I was going to bake you a pie as a present too, but you can forget it all if you drop meeeee!" The end comes out as an uncharacteristic squeal, because she is desperate to not be covered in snow.
"Alas and alack! The lady's words wound me so." Church you have never acted in a Shakespearean play. Don't do this. "Oh, swoon! Fetch the smelling salts!" He spins ever so dramatically, and he doesn't drop her. Technically speaking. He'll take the fall for her, falling backwards as if mortally wounded, right into the bank, laughing all the way. And taking Christine with him.
Since there is no Shakespeare in Thedas, he ends up sounding like an overdramatic minstrel to her. Just as she's about to question him and why he's talking this way, her head spins and her equilibrium is thrown off kilter as they go down. She lets out a shriek of surprise on the way down before looking him over and laughing.
"Church! Now you are going to be freezing! I suppose you will have to come into my tent so I may wrap you up in furs and make you hot tea." She finishes the statement with a quick kiss, before repeating her previous statement.
It's cold, sure, but he's laughing the whole way. "I suppose that sounds like a good way to pass the time getting warm." No no come back here he's gonna pull her down for another kiss. "We could also take a dip in the hot springs and get cozy warm and then drink tea and get in your tent of furs." And another smooch for good measure. "We've got options."
"Hmm, I seem to recall you trying to get me in the hot springs before." When he was awkwardly trying to flirt and failing so very hard at it. It was their first meeting, and all he had achieved was confusing her because she thought he was telling her she smelled. How her opinion of him has changed since then.
The stillness surrounding them as snow gently drifts down isn't something she's keen to leave, but the thought of steaming water and being cozy wins out and she nods, pressing a hand to his chest in order to push herself up. "All right. Let's do that."
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"No! I swear we will never have sex again and I was going to bake you a pie as a present too, but you can forget it all if you drop meeeee!" The end comes out as an uncharacteristic squeal, because she is desperate to not be covered in snow.
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"Church! Now you are going to be freezing! I suppose you will have to come into my tent so I may wrap you up in furs and make you hot tea." She finishes the statement with a quick kiss, before repeating her previous statement.
"Silly man."
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The stillness surrounding them as snow gently drifts down isn't something she's keen to leave, but the thought of steaming water and being cozy wins out and she nods, pressing a hand to his chest in order to push herself up. "All right. Let's do that."