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[wines]

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[troops]

Somehow, I don't think you'd take direction easily.

[Wasn't he just saying that he wants to be more direct? Maker.]

As long as I know I'm not unwelcome.

I know you're not from the south, but mages can be... jumpy around people like me.

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[wines]

I take direction impeccably when it's mutually beneficial.

[wines]

And you're leagues from the most terrible templar - former or otherwise - I've encountered in the south.

Just so long as you aren't afraid of the terrible Tevinter Altus bewitching you.

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[troops]

Of course not. I wouldn't be fantasizing about pushing you into bookshelves if I was.

[troops]

Though, on the subject... can we agree on no magic?

For now, anyway.

It's awkward to ask beforehand, but I don't want to - er, spook.

[As if he's a horse that could buck off and break a leg.]

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[wines]

Oh, I don't know. I can think of a number of Vint-fearing men who fantasize about pushing me into things.

[wines]

[ Though they may be flinging letters at each other across Skyhold via some poor courier rather than holding this conversation face to face, hopefully the change in tone comes through. ]

No magic. You have my word.

Though a number of people here would say that's not worth much - I assure you, it is.

[troops]

[That's - sweet, actually.

And with it out of the way, Cullen changes the subject.]

I don't think I've actually told you what I want to do to you after pinning you to that bookshelf you love to drape yourself across.

[wines]

Do I really drape myself? And here I thought I was perusing normally.

Please, go on. I'm dying to know what happens next.

[troops]

You do. It's distracting.

Is this some sort of story I'm telling? Hm.

Well, I thought I'd kiss you. Deeply. And - pull your hands over your head so I could press against you.

[wines]

If my hands are indisposed, I suppose I'll have no choice but to kiss you back.

You must know I'm not a quiet man - the whole library will know I'm at your mercy, before too long.

What would people say if they knew the Commander of the Inquisition was so easily distracted by our resident Tevinter mage?

[troops]

Honestly? I think they might come to your rescue and blast me off of you with a fireball.

Just a kiss then, and then I'll drag you away so your noises aren't heard by anyone else.

[wines]

Ha! It's sweet that you imagine me a damsel in distress, but you would be the only one.

May I confess something, Commander?

[troops]

Of course. Confess anything you like.

[wines]

Every time I pass the war room, I imagine you bending me over that table and making a mess of all your carefully laid plans.

[troops]

...every time?

I - didn't know that I've been the object of your fantasies.

[wines]

Remember when I said you were adorable? This is further evidence to prove my point.

I've been making eyes at you for months. Surely you've noticed before now.

[troops]

...not to be rude, but I thought you flirted with everyone.

lmao rip dorian

[wines]

I do, because it's fun.

But I don't fantasize about everyone ripping my clothes off on top of the war table.

I'm so sorry bro

[troops]

Well, I don't know how I'm expected to know the difference unless you tell me.

...you do know that there's people near the war table almost constantly, right?

[wines]

I’m telling you now, aren’t I?

Surely you could request the war room to yourself for a few hours in the evening. For strategizing.

[troops]

Strategizing by myself? And then what - I quickly and quietly pull you inside as if we're both fresh recruits sneaking around?

[wines]

Sounds exhilarating to me.

If anyone asks, you simply need my hands-on expertise on what moves to make next.