Merrill: (giggles)
Fenris: What? Why are you looking at me like that?
Merrill: You're in love.
Fenris: I am not.
Merrill: Every time she looks away, you stare at Hawke with those sad puppy eyes.
Fenris: There are no puppy eyes.
Merrill: It's all right, you know. Even you can be happy once in a while, it won't kill you, but your face might crack if you smile, so be careful.
Varric: So, you and Hawke...
Fenris: What about us?
Varric: I want to make sure I get all the details right when I tell this story. Did she sweep you off your feet? I'm assuming she did the sweeping. She's taller than you. Awkward otherwise.
Fenris: I'm not tellling you anything but this - there was no actual sweeping involved.
Varric: Every little bit helps, elf.
Anders: I can't imagine what Hawke sees in you.
Fenris: It is done. Leave it be.
Anders: Well, good. I always knew she had some sense.
Fenris: Do not make light of this. Leaving was the hardest thing I've ever done.
Isabella: Oh, will you two get over yourselves? I did her too.
...or if you didn't sleep with Isabella:
Isabella: Oh will you two get over yourselves? You're like two dogs around a b*tch in heat.
Fenris: We were talking about Hawke, not
you.
If you hook up with Anders after you sleep with Fenris:
Fenris: You... are living with Hawke now?
Anders: What's it to you?
Fenris: Be good to her. Break her heart and I will kill you.
Anders: You were an idiot to leave Hawke.
Fenris: And you were fast enough to replace me.
Anders: I love her. You can't even imagine what that is.
Fenris: Do not bare you heart to me, mage, unless you would have me rip it out.
Modifié par tolisamarie, 23 mai 2011 - 02:59 .