"Would someone like to handle this for me?"
Alistair: "I hope you like heroes, my lady. Because your husband died like one."
*woman runs off crying*
Me: I've got to hand it to you, Alistair, that is HOT. Are you sure you wouldn't consent to being rented out?
Alistair: I was expressing true condolences to a woman in need. It had to be done.
Me: What does it take to qualify as a woman in need? I have to be done.
Alistair: You're...that's...that's disgusting.
Me: Fine, you don't have to "console" me. You could read me some of the intercepted love letters we've picked up.
Alistair: I refuse to listen to this.
Morrigan: Much as I hate to admit it, but I do find that Alistair's voice is pleasing enough to wet the knickers of most females about.
Me: We could go back to the Pearl. Drum up some business. We'll call them "Poetry readings."
Morrigan: We do need the money.
Alistair: I'm standing right here!
Me: And you do it so well. Fine. Just wait until I get that amulet, we'll discuss this later.
Alistair: There's nothing you could say that would -
Me: *holds up a hand* Don't say that. You don't want to be forsworn.
Alistair: Finally. A moment of compassion.
Me: No, I just don't want to make the persuade check harder later.
Alistair: The what?
Me: The moment that you've fallen in battle and require consoling. You're unconscious a lot. Just me and Morrigan, wondering what to do with you.
Alistair: That's...that's disgusting.
Morrigan: I agree.
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