
Aedlea: "So what's with all the suspense, bringing me to my bedroom and all, you frisky, bald, pig-eared scarecrow?"
Solas: "You flatter me so... but, no. I just wanted to ask if you felt any different holding the Anchor."
Aedlea: "Don't call it an anchor. It's like I'm lugging around some huge metal achor with me. It's just a green magic portal-closer thingy."
Solas: "True..."
Aedlea: "I mean, 'Anchor' is shorter..."
Solas: "It is..."
Aedlea: "So why did you really call me up here, big boy? It's not to make chitchat. It's my bedroom after all."
Solas: "It is..."
Aedlea: "And I'm in my pajamas... Well, I'm always in my pajamas in Skyhold."
Solas: "Haven too, as I recall."
Aedlea: "So what are you gonna do about it? Gonna make a move on me?"
Solas: "In a manner of speaking, yes. I wanted to ask you something intimate."
Aedlea: "Ooh, this is it. OK, go ahead and ask away."
Solas: "Do you think you got your strength from your people- you know- you people- or just from yourself? Or something else?"
Aedlea: "Uh huh... and?"
Solas: "What do you mean? That is my question."
Aedlea: "What? That's it? What about my hair? OK, it's blue-gray most of the time. But my eyes. I know I have nice eyes."
Solas: "Yes, but about my question."
Aedlea: "You have an odd sense of foreplay. Anyone ever told you that?"
Solas: "Look, I have to go."
Aedlea: "Shy, eh? Never pegged you as the shy sort, what with all your talkity talk."
Solas: "Until we meet again, Inquisitor."
Aedlea: "JUST AEDLEA!"
Solas: "Of course. Until then..." *departs*
Aedlea: *looks at empty bed* "Hmph..."