“Are you trying to praise my talents and not be overheard or something?” Catching her mumbling something to herself. Of course he would turn it into something built to stroke his ego, even if she denied it the elf would still pretend such as the squeeze to his hand earned a slight narrowing of his eyes. Hiding was instinctual by this point, though after a long minute he’d lightly return it, as if it was just an afterthought to him. She was high, who would believe her anyway?
Ruth chuckled as she voiced how he would use the words and situation to his advantage. His grin flashed wickedly. “Yup. All of it, but not all at once. Pfft.” Unload all his ammunition in one go? Certainly not. “Gonna drag that out all slow like. Wee word here, small mention of details there… Don’t worry, you and Vera will get plenty opportunities to chase my ass.” He’d spare her the added, Might let you catch me, that continued on within the confines of his mind.
“Charlatan!” Ruth protested, sitting back up with a frown. “You never said anything about there being rules beforehand. No backsies! A deals a deal, Dora, or I’m adding this to my ammunition.” He’d hold her stare, this was serious, but if she was going to be difficult… and she did have an axe. Ruth muttered something thin Dalish under his breath before his eyes rolled back to his work. A slyness slipped across his features, “Beggars can’t be choosers. First tavern we get to, both of us gonna enjoy them nice waters.”
Since she seemed to be doing better, Ruth pressed on with a further spell, regenerating the damaged tissue now the reckless dwarf was in no danger of dying. “Well you’ll certainly sleep tonight and no, that was not me inviting myself either. I don’t bed half-dead corpses, nor do I wish to undo all my good work. After a potion or two, you’ll feel less weakened, but if I see you threatening someone, including me with Vera in less than a week, I’m going to sedate you.” She shouldn’t try him, his brow and look suddenly very poignant, Ruth was not above rendering his most difficult patients unconscious if necessary.
“Though. For curiosity sake, what would?” he’d ask, a shiteating grin beginning to spread. He definitely needed a sample of this venom, ask the Stoner to take a look at the particulars. “I think being high suits you, I dunno if I could cope if you were like this all the time though. Amusing as it is. I’d usually say, ‘give in’ to it, but again, I don’t bed half-dead corpses, though you are pinking up nicely now. Cheeks are getting rosy again, or is it because of all the patter we’ve been having?”
“Or, is it cos I’m pretty?”
Ruth chuckled as she voiced how he would use the words and situation to his advantage. His grin flashed wickedly. “Yup. All of it, but not all at once. Pfft.” Unload all his ammunition in one go? Certainly not. “Gonna drag that out all slow like. Wee word here, small mention of details there… Don’t worry, you and Vera will get plenty opportunities to chase my ass.” He’d spare her the added, Might let you catch me, that continued on within the confines of his mind.
“Charlatan!” Ruth protested, sitting back up with a frown. “You never said anything about there being rules beforehand. No backsies! A deals a deal, Dora, or I’m adding this to my ammunition.” He’d hold her stare, this was serious, but if she was going to be difficult… and she did have an axe. Ruth muttered something thin Dalish under his breath before his eyes rolled back to his work. A slyness slipped across his features, “Beggars can’t be choosers. First tavern we get to, both of us gonna enjoy them nice waters.”
Since she seemed to be doing better, Ruth pressed on with a further spell, regenerating the damaged tissue now the reckless dwarf was in no danger of dying. “Well you’ll certainly sleep tonight and no, that was not me inviting myself either. I don’t bed half-dead corpses, nor do I wish to undo all my good work. After a potion or two, you’ll feel less weakened, but if I see you threatening someone, including me with Vera in less than a week, I’m going to sedate you.” She shouldn’t try him, his brow and look suddenly very poignant, Ruth was not above rendering his most difficult patients unconscious if necessary.
“Though. For curiosity sake, what would?” he’d ask, a shiteating grin beginning to spread. He definitely needed a sample of this venom, ask the Stoner to take a look at the particulars. “I think being high suits you, I dunno if I could cope if you were like this all the time though. Amusing as it is. I’d usually say, ‘give in’ to it, but again, I don’t bed half-dead corpses, though you are pinking up nicely now. Cheeks are getting rosy again, or is it because of all the patter we’ve been having?”
“Or, is it cos I’m pretty?”
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