[ That, what? She stares at him for a long moment, trying to sort out why, exactly, he's jumped to that conclusion-
The flirting, she supposes, would lend to that- they're in his tent, she's just-
Adelaide's eyes go wide and her hands fly to her mouth to muffle the sudden bright peal of laughter. Something she's needed, desperately, since they've arrived in this terrible place. ]
I- Varric I do not mean to say that I would not, you are- that is not what I mean by private conversation.
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What?
[ That, what? She stares at him for a long moment, trying to sort out why, exactly, he's jumped to that conclusion-
The flirting, she supposes, would lend to that- they're in his tent, she's just-
Adelaide's eyes go wide and her hands fly to her mouth to muffle the sudden bright peal of laughter. Something she's needed, desperately, since they've arrived in this terrible place. ]
I- Varric I do not mean to say that I would not, you are- that is not what I mean by private conversation.