Varric didn't know what just happened either, but if there was ONE THING he knew how to do, it was be charming with pretty girls. His body knew flirting better than it knew breathing, so settling into the happy rhythm was the easiest thing in the world. His lazy smile let some of his genuine happiness pour through.
"What?" he asked, mockingly offended. "I'd give him his sword. Probably."
A wink. "However, far be it from me to deny a lady sustenance. You need a pick-me-up, gorgeous, you just call me."
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Date: 2017-11-19 12:51 pm (UTC)"What?" he asked, mockingly offended. "I'd give him his sword. Probably."
A wink. "However, far be it from me to deny a lady sustenance. You need a pick-me-up, gorgeous, you just call me."
A nickname. After four years.