Mango loco

Raph managed to not roll his eyes at her comment, he wasn’t really sure he understood where she was getting a mama’s boy from. Just because he commented about having not met anyone like her before? Perhaps? Then again she was a bit crazy, so maybe she just felt like pointing it out again all because of what he’d said earlier.

I mean, I am a son, who has a mother and appreciates her every day, if that’s wrong, I don’t care to be right, so if that’s supposed to be an insult, you’ve fallen short. He replied, a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice.

Yes well, I’m technically Ferelden. At least, my mother was before marrying and my biological father is. He never really fit in properly in Orlais, maybe it was because his parents were Ferelden, but ever since coming to Amaranthine he’d felt right at home, way more so than he ever did in Orlais.

So perhaps that's why I'm not all flash and no substance. I have a bit more than surface charms to offer. He somewhat defensively retorted, struggling to keep the frustration out of his voice. Walk away, just walk away, the problem was as much as his head wanted to walk away, his feet were firmly planted to the floor, not even able to take his eyes off Adaria.