What do I look like, A Priest? A sexy one, Maybe.

His tongue loosened by the rum, Ruth grinned over, Again? What would Megara say? I know I am, and yes, I knooow, wants you so much she waited over a decade for you to come back. He rolled his eye, having never really had somewhere to call home, always only a temporary visitor and never a resident. lucky for some." He’d settled some since beginning to live with Megara, but he was forever preparing for his next jaunt around Thedas.

He’d snicker as Nairn went for him, taking back the bottle again and switching out his smoke. Aye, but things change. You re-evaluate and adjust. You’re still freaking out he exists, give it a day to sink in. He took a swig, sighing before passing it back. She’s upfront about everything. If you ain’t… and she asks you, you better explain shit as her Vhenan. That word means a whole lot more than just her being yours, you being hers. If she asks you, and you lie… it won't be the kid who's ruined it.

It was a hard fact, but one Ruth knew the consequences of. She’s gonna lose her shit either way. You best just come up with a plan on how to make it up to her. Flowers ain’t gonna cut it this time. Then his eyes widened. Shit, she’ll be pissed about how you fobbed him off too… best miss that part out. Along with me. I know fuck all.