"First blood," Guillaume agrees, though his expression is quick to turn into a sneer. "And we will call the duel finished then and there. No extra stabs, you cheat." Because he fully believes Church would try. Not that the bastard is going to win anyway. Guillaume has had fencing lessons! He will win this. And then Christine will see what a sorry excuse for a partner Church is. Possible demon, loudmouth ruffian, can't even fight properly to save his claim on Christine. Pathetic.

As Araceli and Church talk in low voices, Guillaume warms up his arm, thrusting off to the side with sharp accuracy. He pauses, running his thumb over the figure of Andraste. She will be guiding his arm today. The fact that the little metal figure has an ample bosom is just a bonus.