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“That’d technically be breaking the Qun, wouldn’t it? Sten does tend to care a lot about such things…I wouldn’t get in the way of that.” Of course, he’s thinking about it far too literally. This is just a hypothetical, isn’t it? Sten is strong, a good warrior, and he has a soft side…but he doesn’t think he’s particularly a romantic, and while he doesn’t mind their playful banter, he cannot see it getting…too intimate, especially considering his status as a sarebaas.

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Essek is simply not commenting on this one. It is simply too weird to him and he fears offending his partner if he says anything about why he would simply prefer not to ever date Veth ( she is too chaotic for his liking for one — ). Veth on the other hand ...

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“Is it the Grey Warden thing? Is that what we’re doing now?” He balks at the notion, finds it humorous in an ironic sort of fashion. Yes, pair off the wardens with one another, they are equally doomed after all, wouldn’t want a problematic fate gap when it comes to love. “If I considered anything with Blackwall, it would probably be a pep talk and something to lighten his brooding features. He always looks so forlorn.”

It was a rare occurence these days that he felt the slightest tinge of nervousness when inviting anyone into his bed. Maybe it was the fact he'd only had one glass of wine instead of the whole bottle leading up to it ( and why'd he feel the need to hold back? Surely he was not trying to impress some elf of no real importance, was he? ) or maybe it was the fact he hadn't shared his bed with anyone he actually knew in quite some time ( outside of his fellow men at Castle Torch, though they were a different matter entirely ). It was surprisingly VULNERABLE, did he usually prefer anonymity in his partners and the ability to leave them the second the deed was done and his usual hangover had become light enough for him to sneak out without feeling like he'd been run over by a whole cavalry.

Whatever had led him down this path, he was far too busy with the task at hand now to think too hard about it. Or so he hoped at least, happily helping Sharrah in shrugging off his coat ( gauntlet, belt and rapier long thrown off in the other corner of the room ) as he wasted no time pulling her with him towards the bed. " Glad you didn't listen to what the others had to say about me now, huh? " It was easy to brag, to hide nerves behind the ARROGANCE he'd come to be known for. It gave him an excuse to pretend like his steps did not betray the tension which pulled at every nerve and muscle, to pretend he did not wonder what the hell he had set himself up for. How much easier it would have been to buy his boldness with alcohol, to numb his nerves enough that they'd not come to mind until the next morning when his head would ring and every bone in his body would ache with soreness and regret that forced him to REPEAT the cycle again and again. He should curse Sharrah for trying to make an honest man out of him, or make him at least resemble one, even if only for a few nights.

Mercifully, she'd worked quicker than him, discarding more clothes on the floor before ( his as well as her own ) before pushing him down upon the mattress, gently but insisting nonetheless. He had noticed that about her, a dominating force, well shrouded by a much kinder demeanour, but only if she so chose, for he had seen the SWIFT fury she unleashed on those who dared to wrong her. It had played a not insignificant role in his first attempt to get more than just a conversation out of her. For better or worse, boldness could be quite attractive in his eyes, though one had to EARN it first.

He pulled her on top of him, warm hands eagerly caressing exposed skin. If he'd just focus on the taste of her lips, the feeling of her hands in his hair and his own breathing as her lips trailed lower, ever eager but far softer than he'd expected then he could surely ignore the uncertainty between them. If she'd only do away with any pretense of gentleness between them, at least then he could file the night away as just another mindless chase towards EASY pleasure. But she'd cursed him with something much more interesting than that.

This was ridiculous. If Caleb was here they would have sorted this out half an hour ago instead of wasting time in which she had to explain her usual plans to a third person and hope they could play their fucking part properly. Worse because it had to be Arrai of all people. With Caleb these schemes were easy, with Arrai they simply turned into a HUMILIATION ritual. She'd played the part of the little, lost girl easily enough but doing it with such an audience suddenly felt ... demeaning. As if he needed any more reason to mock her. And while she would be proving her merit as a thief, she was with that only further reinforcing the image he had of her already. A thieving rat who was not to be trusted or left alone for too long. Pah! Whatever!

Arrai, it seemed, took far too much pleasure in continuing this humiliation ritual further, insisting on fussing over his ' daughter ', even going as far as to place a kiss on the top of her head ( forcing her to resist the urge to turn her head away ) when he was oh so helpfully reunited with her by some poor fool who had just been robbed of all their valuables. Hopefully this time they had gotten what they needed. She would HATE having to repeat this stunt another dozen times. It was necessary, she tried to remind herself. If they couldn't find either some information on how to navigate the city's maze like underground OR collect enough ' donations ' to pay someone off they'd never make any progress. Oh she was already getting sick of it all.