#sb: involves fenris

Aurelios leg jumps about beneath the table, hands clasped together and shoved inbetween his thighs.   His notorious ( and mostly, unwarranted ) disdain for Orlesians was showing, but honestly, this time ??      He had reason to be on edge. 

They were attending a council meeting: the Inquisitor, various companions, the ambassadors -- to humour meetings with various nobility who claimed to want to help the Inquisition.  Aurelio couldn’t stand it, he was sure Fenris couldn’t either, but the Inquisitor wasn’t the focus of these particular nobles ire, today, it seemed. Nor their jests. 

Jokes had flown already about having a ‘pet’ Divine.   Aurelio had bit down on his lip so violently that it had split.  More followed, similar themes.    The usual. Josie had pulled him aside and asked him very politely not to attack any of their guests, today, and that she needed him to be on his ‘best behaviour.’    Occasionally, she threw him sorrowful glances across the table. They were full of unspoken apologies. 

He holds it all in.  Endures the comments about his heritage, his family, his country, his relationship with his father, but now comes one he apparently cannot withstand. “Must be convenient, having the Black Divine in your bed --- oh !! I meant, pocket.’’ 

Aurelios hand closes around the dagger, strapped to his thigh, and as it does ---almost as soon as it does --- Fenris clamps his own hand over the top of them both.   Lios breathing is quick, and his expression fierce, and the laughter soon stops.      Josephine is quick to direct attention to her, and segues the conversation in her favour again, as she so often expertly does.