"You're going to have to deal with that whenever you visit us, dear Fenris." She dimpled warmly, "We're both infamous, after all. Varric made us something of storybook heroes. Larger than life legends...."

She did a dramatic whisper, before her dimples widened again. A long look, before she squeezed his hands again, "Good. There is very good wine, very good food, and if you want to dance with the bride - you merely need to ask."

Those dimples turned into a happy smile, "Be careful, Fenris. I might start thinking that you like me."