He's not not-flirting because of anything in particular. He's not even really not-flirting. Alistair shoots her a smile as they curve around to the second set of stairs, and it's equal parts teasing and pleased.
But he's a Warden, yes, and awkward even when he's not out of practice, with a loyal, lumbering heart and now a very mournful-sounding Old God trying to convince him to go underground, so. That's the best he's got at the moment.
"My actual specialty," he says, conversational and cautious, "is being a few vows short of a Templar." One essential disclosure down, three or four to go. "I was rescued just in time, but I've still got the touch."
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He's not not-flirting because of anything in particular. He's not even really not-flirting. Alistair shoots her a smile as they curve around to the second set of stairs, and it's equal parts teasing and pleased.
But he's a Warden, yes, and awkward even when he's not out of practice, with a loyal, lumbering heart and now a very mournful-sounding Old God trying to convince him to go underground, so. That's the best he's got at the moment.
"My actual specialty," he says, conversational and cautious, "is being a few vows short of a Templar." One essential disclosure down, three or four to go. "I was rescued just in time, but I've still got the touch."