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He snorts at that, nodding. "It's usually the first question... I should start not drinking to it just to confuse them." There's a small shrug, and he scoots over a mug to her.

"I've never been on a 'date'."

"Do it, and let me watch." Korrin chuckles, then takes a swig because...yeah. "Seriously, never? I'd say you're missing out, but it depends on who you're with. Some aren't worth the experience."

"I never pretended I couldn't lip read in order to ignore someone." If her hearing is ever compromised, she so would though. In a heartbeat.

"It's not really in me. Either you have friends or you have lovers. I let people come to me for the latter, I'm not going to chase after it." Dating was weird, okay.

Then the warrior takes a deep sip of his drink. "Far too many times," Taas admits and grins. "Quickest way to get rid of annoying assholes, or to watch them do charades." He almost looks fond when saying it. It might have been a favorite when dealing with nobles he didn't work for.

"Hmm... I've never tripped over my own weapon as an adult."

Korrin just shrugs, not out to change Taas' mind on dating when he's happy enough as he is. She laughs upon being proven right, a quick grin forming. "I knew it. And there are enough annoying people here that I bet the trick still sees use, right?"

She takes a swig, sheepish. "I was wounded and too tired to really ntoice where I was going before it was too late. It could've ended badly, too, as more enemy forces weren't that far away, but I had some of the Valo-Kas to back me up. I don't remember the rest of that fight, though I'm told I blasted the hell out of them before falling over. Fun times."

Maybe if Lena shows up, she could be the one to elaborate on that story. Anyway-- "I never participated in a speed-eating contest."

"Damn right! It's frustrating as fuck for them to try to communicate. Hopefully it won't come to bite me in the arse later, but at least I've figured out some soldiers for being assholes." He shrugs again.

Hearing her blunder, he smiles a little and throws his hands out in a gesture. "Hey, I said weapon, right? I've tripped over my own damned feet, so you're in good company." Things you want your tank to say.

(More qunari girls would be A+)

"Speed-eating contest? I'm not even sure what that is. Eating really fast?" Taas huffs, looking a little disgusted. "Sounds like a waste." Honestly, food was meant to be enjoyed!

"Hm... I've never killed a high dragon."

And there's a sip. "Not alone, by a long shot, but I was there if that counts? It wasn't especially epic at first, since we caught it sleeping, but a fireball to the face will wake anything up. No one but it died, though several came close. It didn't go down easily, because you know. Fucking high dragon."

Korrin just shakes her head, looking wistful for a moment. "I would have kept the skull, but dibs went to my leader. One day I'll get a skull of my own, though. And no, I have no idea where I'd put it now, but details aren't important."

And out of nowhere.... "I never banged a dwarf."

Oh he is totally impressed, leaning closer. "Shit, really? What kind was it? What did it breathe?" Korrin you beautiful disaster, he so wishes he was there for that. Apparently you missed out on things when you worked alone.

Taas takes a quick sip at the question, still visibly excited about dragon things. "...yeah, several times. It's great. Small but stocky, you can toss them around more than an elf." They didn't break as easily, that is. "You should try it."

For her round? "I never banged a Chantry Mother."

"It was an ice-breather--close to a Hivernal, I think? It had plenty of dragonlings, too, and we had to divide forces just to make sure the damn things didn't distract us before we were stomped on by their mother. That's how I got the hide for my armor, by the way. I was at least able to keep some of that." They totally need to go dragon-hunting someday; Taas, Korrin, maybe Kain since he's so taken with them, and whoever else might want it.

Taas' response gets her chuckling, giving him an incredulous look. "Okay, but...how? Doesn't the size difference make it too awkward? At least elves are limber, which helps."

Oh, right, back to his question. No drink from her. "Nope, I was never that into the Chantry type, nor them me. Which isn't to say that I didn't flirt with a sister here and there just to get a reaction. Some of them might not even have minded. I definitely never banged one in the Chantry itself, either."

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The warrior almost looks like he wants to purr, enjoying the description of that dragon fight. One day, he promises himself. One day.

Then he raises a brow with an amused smile. "There's fun things to do other than being inside someone for sex. Besides, if they want to try, I don't have to get all the way in for it to feel nice for both of us." Taas shrugs a bit, like it's a completely normal topic in a full bar. "Elves are more limber, but that doesn't mean I'll always go all the way. Whatever feels good for them."

The fact that she didn't ever bang a Chantry Mother was a little surprising, but he supposed the allure of someone who was conditioned to hate you wasn't that great. He doesn't take a drink to the question, however. "Nope. I haven't even been inside a Chantry. They wouldn't let me."

Leaning back a bit, Taas tries to think of a good one. "I've never ridden anything other than a horse."

As far as Korrin's concerned, the logistics of sex with smaller races is a totally appropriate topic, whoever overhears. Hell, maybe they'd be doing a favor for the curious. She laughs and leans back, perfectly at ease. "Fair enough, though I'll be passing on personal experimentation for now. I have enough of a challenge to keep me occupied." A very welcome challenge, from her smile.

"And you're not missing much, honestly. I never stayed in a Chantry for long, afraid I'd die of sheer boredom. The only remotely entertaining parts were the judgmental stares and even that gets old after a bit."

Oh, right, the game. She takes a drink. "A dracolisk. I'd do it again, too. They're pretty sturdy and they get the best reactions, which is always fun. I tried one of those harts, too, once, but they're annoying. You might not mind them as much, though, since you wouldn't hear the sounds they make."

What else.... "I never developed a taste for dwarven brews." They're gross, sorry.

The mention of passing on experimenting for now makes him curious, but he's not going to ask who she has as a challenge. It seemed to be doing her good, if that smile is anything to go by.

It was good, to have a distraction during all this.

"A dracolisk? They always looks so... thin. I keep thinking I'd break them," he admits with a chuckle. "I keep to the draft horses and the war horses, but riding one could be fun..." Taas shrugs. "...and harts are gorgeous, but way too skittish. They sounds bad?

Oh Taas, you lucky bastard.

Taking a swig of his drink, he grins at the mage again. "You're missing out. It just takes a while to get used to the mushrooms and shit they brew it on." A pause, and he smiles. "I've never held a baby."

Korrin just wrinkles her nose in response to Taas and his opinion of dwarven drinks, shaking her head. "I've had more than just a while. When we were traveling once, that ended up being all that we had after an ambush when we were escorting a bunch of dwarves. A straight week of nothing else to drink, and I still can't stand the stuff to this day. It's like someone tried to make a drink out of dirty socks."

After a moment, she takes a drink. "Vashoth babies are feisty things, even when they just have stubs for horns. And the elven ones? Wee things, all eyes. Before you ask, no, I wasn't a babysitter. But when you're on the road, you tend to run into all types, and sometimes those types have infants. We'd stick with them until the next town, to make sure that bandits would leave them alone.

Hm...I never went skinny-dipping in Lake Calenhad." Mostly because of the cold.

He laughs heartily at her dwarf horror story, grinning widely. Taas could definitely understand the dislike after such a harrowing event. One day he was going to ask her to just share Valo-Kas stories for a whole night. It seemed they had gotten in to a lot of trouble.... in both good and bad ways.

"I can imagine vashoth babies being fierce little bastards... and damn, an elf baby could probably fit in my hand!" He holds out his massive hand as a comparison, imagining holding a little doe-eyed elf infant. It would probably be adorable, but he'd be terrified to squishing it. "The few clients I've had that had infants would never have wanted a dirty qunari touch their child. I've had plenty of older brats to wrangle, though."

It takes Taas a moment to figure out if he had evern gone into that specific lake, but he ends up drinking anyway. "Cold as fuck, but after days and days ofguarding a woman with way too much perfume, I would have jumped into the sea if I could." There's a small laugh, and then he leans a bit forward for the next round. "I've never been jealous."

Imagining an elf infant in Taas' hand, Korrin grins. "That'd be a sight to see. If we ever get one in Skyhold, I might have to encourage this." Because why not? Just because Taas can be damn fierce when need be doesn't mean he lacks the capacity to be gentle. "And people were less picky about who was holding who when a bandit raid could happen at any moment. Nothing gets people to drop prejudices like a common cause."

She laughs as her prediction about the lake turns out to be turn, wrinkling her nose at mention of that much perfume. "Okay, I can't blame you in light of that. We've had to guard nobles too, a few times, and the way they overuse the stuff made me wish I didn't have a working noise for a while."

Her laugh subsides as she takes a drink, admitting to that much with a shrug. "Yeah, enough to know that I'm just not the sharing type. Once I'm into someone, I just want them. And if they don't, well, that's as far as it gets. I never fought a werewolf."

There were a few babes among the pilgrims, but Taas hopes there won't be any accidents among the troops. This wasn't exactly the best time to raise a gaggle of kids, while the heavens were scarred and there were crazy darkspawn magisters sending demons everywhere.

So instead he's more than happy to talk about werewolves. "Fuck, yeah I did once," Taas says with a grin, taking a drink. "I was guarding a small merchant caravan going through this thick forest, and since I could't hear the merchant scream a warning I wasn't the best of prepared before it was already on me." he gestures to a few scars on his arms. "Crushed its head with a maul."

"I've never had sex with someone who started out as a friend." Keep your lovers apart from your friends, after all. Little Qun things. (Not to say he didn't feel affection and trust towards his lovers.)

"Even here, in Sky hold?" Korrin arches an eyebrow at that. She's heard the game gossip as everyone else regarding his active sex life, and he seems to be popular enough. She shrugs, taking a drink. "I prefer it over random people and those I barely know. At least when we're talking about friends outside the company." Mixing work and pleasure...no, not like that, not again. "It makes the sex more fun, more memorable. At least to me. And I prefer someone I can trust."

Trust is important to her, and not given to those who haven't proven themselves. That takes time, after which they tend to earn her friendship by default. "I never tried Cabot's 'hangover cure'."

"Yeah. It's surprising, I know. I've fucked my way through at least a third of the population by now." It wasn't bragging, really, it was just the truth these days. Taas liked helping people get their stress out in good ways, be it sex or fighting. Plus qunari were hod commodity in Skyhold.

"But people come to me for it. I don't go out looking for someone to sleep with or really hit on anyone. That way, the people I hang out with are either people that came with me for sex or those that are comrades. I don't really like switching that around, even if lovers can become friends as well. Makes it simple to not look at everyone sexually." Taas smiles a little. "Guess that's just a leftover from the Qun.

The warrior looks a little surprised at the next question, and then laughs. "No, I haven't! You have to tell me about that." He glances back at the bartender. Dwarven hangover cures sounded demonic.

"I've never regretted punching someone," he continues.

A leftover from the Qun...well, it makes sense, and Korrin listens without judgment. Whatever works for him, right? There's something to be said for simplicity, even as his version is a little alien to her.

At mention of the hangover cure, Korrin smirks. "I haven't actually seen it myself, but I know some of the ingredients. It even sounds gross; deep mushrooms, a shitload of paprika, ginger, boiled nug brains...and that's to start with. I think he mentioned druffalo parts, but I was too drunk at the time to ask which parts. Honestly, I'm not sure I want to know. It sounds less like a cure and more a creative way to kill yourself."

Shudder. Why are dwarves so gross? Korrin thinks over Taas' question, but shakes her head. "Same here. Either it was rough-housing between friends or assholes who deserved it. I've never been to an opera." Thank the Maker. Those particular noble-guarding assignments went to those who had the patience to withstand slurs and put up with the Game.

Taas looks quite grossed out, but it makes him break out into laughter rather than dry-heave. Dwarves. "If that's the only way to sober up around here I'm pretty certain I'd rather not drink than get that down my throat." Seriously.

Her answer is met by another grin and he nods slightly. "That's what I always thought. Even if it was an accident, it was probably still deserved." Play the game, deal with the consequences.

"Opera?" He takes a drink at that. "I was the body guard of the wife of some lord-or-other, and she regularly went to the opera... I'm glad I'm deaf, because if looked a lot like screaming from where I was." Taas shrugs a bit. "Did find her assassin during a solo, though. He thought the screeching would cover her death nicely. To be fair, it worked well for his death, too."

"...I've never worn silk."

"Fuck that, I'll just drink and endure the hangover. Sometimes nothing but a good pint will do. Or several." She'll just wish she'd died instead of dying-via-hangover-cure, which sounds undignified.

Korrin snickers as Taas begins his opera story, outright laughing at that last part. "At least it served a purpose, then! I always dodged those assignments, but some of my company took them, and from what they said it pretty much is just a lot of screaming. They swore they were in battles quieter than whatever was on stage."

She takes a drink after that, not about to forget his continuing of the game. "Not often, but I have. It's got the greatest material to fight in, but sometimes the people you're working for insist that you look the part. Though who they think they're fooling when they hire a bunch of horned giants, I don't know.

I never fought a chevalier."

Yeah, he has to agree with that. Hangover cures were supposed to help make you stop barfing, not aid in it.

Taas looks amused as Korrin confirms his suspicion of yelling, and then nods. "I can imagine that. I mean, it might even sound like good yelling for all I know, but it just seems like a waste. They could put more effort into the show itself instead, I kept having to make up my own scenarios based on costumes and the stage setup. I called it 'The Avvar Queen Who's Jaw Got Stuck After She Yawned'.

Listening to her explanation about silk, he smiles and tries to imagine her in a silk dress. Red would look good with her warm colors. "It's a fine line sometimes between an employer that wants the rough, ragged and dangerous bodyguard and the need to still be able to put them in a civilized situation without too many old widows fainting."

Then he tales a drink. "I have, on several occasions. Fancy armor, fancy training, fancy everything. Didn't hold against my not-so-fancy axe." Grinning, he pats the haft of said axe. "I never hired a prostitute. For sex, I mean. I've hired some to make a distraction at times."

Taas' opera title gets a snicker out of Korrin, who shakes her head. "At least you got something out of it, I guess. I've have been hideously bored after a while. And I didn't make any old widows faint with my attire, so there's that. My mouth, on the other hand...." She grins, absolutely unrepentant about her vocabulary and blasphemies.

Korrin lifts her drink at Taas' victory over the chevaliers, though doesn't drink from it. "That's what they get for focusing so much on appearance and 'good form' and all that rot. Real warriors know that's all a pile of nugshit compared to actual battle and surviving it. And no, I didn't hire anyone...not for sex, anyway. But there was a time when my back was all in knots, and one came very highly recommended for her ability to get rid of them. I couldn't pass that up. I never paid for others' quality time in a brothel."

"Oh I can imagine the shock," Taas says with a little nod of his mug. A toast to her skill of making old biddies gasp. He's smiling, a little more loosened by the drink and the good company.

He can't see Korrin as anything but a friend, now. Strange, how he had changed.

Mentioning getting a massage from a prostitute almost makes him groan. That sounded really nice, honestly. He had old kinks and strains all over his body that a long soak didn't always release. Maybe he should check that out.

Her question makes him laugh a little and he takes a drink. "When I still moved with a larger band of Tal-Vashoth, I owed money to people sometimes, and they spent it on brothels. So I guess it counts?" Another shrug from the big warrior.

"I've never shaved my head." It was kept really short when he was a soldier, but Taas was never bald.

It's too bad said prostitute is on the other side of the continent, or Korrin would gladly hook him up. As it is, she doesn't doubt that there are others around with similar skills. Taas will manage, she's sure.

"I'd say it counts. When I've owed people of my company, it tends to be in favors or assignments. Play a shitty game, and you get the less desirable ones. And the times I did owe people money, I waited until we were out of town. Because I love my kithmates, really, but give some of them money when there's a brothel nearby and they're guaranteed not to leave it."

She prefers getting on the road and getting paid, after all. "And no, no head shaving. In warmer places, there were times where it was tempting, but I look too much like my mother as it is. Not that she's completely bald, just has a mohawk. But still, I'll pass." There's no tension there, Korrin likes her mother just fine, but she has no desire to be anyone's clone.

"I never gave myself scars on purpose when I was younger in attempt to look more badass. Almost did, but I was caught before that could happen."

Oh, he will managed very well thanks to a certain Antivan elf. Bless Zevran, honestly.

"That's a great idea, really. I don't know how many times we overstayed our welcome in an area because people got too addicted to the brothels. I guess some people really miss the Tamassran, and apparently some houses have similar offers as them."

Poor prostitutes, how strange wouldn't that have been?

"Nah, I never had to. I got one of my first at seven and I could brag about that up until thirteen when I started getting more from training accidents." He chuckles a little. "I've never eaten phoenix."

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