Kryyptehk wrote...
Alistair: So, Sten, I heard you and Morrigan talking the other day. The qunari mating ritual isn't THAT brutal, is it?
Sten: Yes.
Alistair: I thought the whole point of mating rituals was for, y'know, pleasure.
Sten: I thought it was for ensuring the survival of your species.
Alistair: Well there's that too, but why do you have to be so....violent? Is there no romance in the qunari culture?
Sten: -awkward look-
Alistair: What?
Sten: I do not engage in same-sex relations.
Alistair: What? I--Oh! I wasn't suggesting-- I don't-- Why does everyone do that? Is this a game to see how flustered I can get?
Sten: Yes.
This is hilarious!
Oghren: So, boy, your fellow Warden managed to knock back a whole pint of my home brew and stay on her feet. Do you think you're man enough to beat that?
Alistair: When it comes to handling dwarven ale, I'm not sure I'm man enough to beat Schmooples.
Oghren: Come on, what's the harm?
Alistair: My insides coming out through my mouth, mostly. Or not waking up. Or waking up with...
Oghren: Don't flatter yourself, boy. If I wanted a flat-chested blond, you sure wouldn't be my first choice. And besides, you seem like the type who would prefer a nice glass of wine before letting a guy like me get under your armor.
Alistair:...Schmooples. I was going to say Schmooples.
Oghren: Riiiight. Just try not to think of me the next time you're all alone, twirling your pike.
Alistair: Well, one thing's for sure- my insides coming out through my mouth doesn't seem like such a terrible thing anymore.
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Alistair: How's my not-mangy little friend?
Dog: *eyes Alistair suspiciously*
Alistair: I know, I know. You would prefer if I were her. Doesn't everyone. Well, she's busy right now, showing off her new armor to Leliana or something. She wouldn't give me any details, but there was giggling involved.
Dog: *sympathetic whine*
Alistair: Aww, aren't you such a cute little puppy. Yes you are! Yes you are! Do you want me to scratch you behind your ears and sing that song about squirrels until your leg starts doing that excited thing and you can barely stand up and it's so adorable?
Dog: *growls and backs away, brow raised slightly*
Alistair: Oh, I didn't mean it like
that! Maker, even the dog is in on the joke. That's it! I'm going to go sit by that bald dwarf over there. Surely there's nothing
he can say to make me feel all awkward.
Modifié par SurelyForth, 19 février 2010 - 04:07 .