Maker help me, I generally require a great deal of ale and a warning before allowing someone to shove a fish into my ear. Or, at the very least, some nice flowers and a hot meal. It's only courteous, isn't it? Perhaps chivalry really is dead....
[ There's a thoughtful pause and a cheeky grin until her attention is diverted to the Guide. The smirk gradually transitions into a look of bemusement, eyebrows furrowed in determination as she inspects it.
.... And promptly drops it onto the floor. ]
Andraste's holy tits. Come back here, you bugger -
[ Say hello to the inside of a
mabari's drooling mouth for a few seconds with the muffled sound of a few curse words in the background. Eventually, she manages to tear the guide away from the dog.
The feed returns to Hawke's face, way too up-close and personal and obscured by dog drool. The confusion is now replaced with a small amount of coyness, and a lopsided grin. ]
Now, unless someone is interested in collecting mabari drool and taming this unruly beast - [ And, to that, the dog whines in the background ]
The location of the nearest bar so I can get piss drunk and ignore the throbbing in my wrist would do nicely, I believe.