Spars and Scars

Sebastian quirked a brow at her. Thinking ahead, are you? I wasn't planning on torturing you with that. He chuckled. He knew she'd had more than her fair share of this kind of horseshit over the years in Kirkwall. The last thing he wanted was to subject her to even more of it here.

His eyes followed Aoife as she sank into a nearby chair. Not his first choice... he shook his head briefly. That wasn't exactly the distraction he needed right now. Unfortunately, you are correct. I learned the hard way she doesn't forget anything or let anything go. He sighed, shaking his head again.

A short laugh escaped at her apology. You just reminded me of Bodil, is all. That reminded him, they still needed a more proper meeting. But perhaps another time. He was too tired from the meeting for any further antics that could lead to a headache. He was barely keeping this one at bay.

I thought I was 'distracted by hunger' and would do 'no one any good'? he asked, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. After a brief pause, he added: Does this mean I'm always good enough for you? Maybe you should raise your standards, Aoife. This time the smirk widened until it cracked into a laugh.