You must be a mage, 'cause babe you're magical.

"How.. Nice to see you again…"

"Oh maker, not you again…"

               ❝ ….                         — Oh. You’re back. ❞

Disgusted ‘ugh’.

… Really?”

"My mother tells me I am very good at kneading dough; perhaps I can play patacake with your muffins, non?"

                 “That is highly inappropriate!”

Sighs heavily. “Please tell me that you’re not about to drag a contingent of Templars down upon me.”

"How will you ever attract ze ladies if you do not live dangerously every once in a while, non?"

Leandra couldn’t help but allow a soft laugh to quickly escape from between her lips. Her hand immediately covered her mouth just before she cleared her throat, hoping she hadn’t come off as insulting. "I can’t say that I have met his son. The Guillaume I knew as a younger woman was not an idiot. But I am also relieved that I did not marry him."

"Excusez moi."

"Sure. Bend over."

"...Fair enough, I will take what I can get."

"Am I supposed to believe that you excel in either of those areas?”

                               She may be slightly amused. 

"Somewhere else... Like in my bed, oui?"