[ This man is irreverent, but it doesn't exactly put Fenris off. He's reminded--briefly, slightly--of Hawke. She always talked like this, too. Like everything was a joke, or a game.
He follows along, thinking of her, trying not to let the sudden association predispose him too warmly. He doesn't know the first thing about who he's dealing with, and he's not averse to ending their association violently, if need be.
But he does find himself hoping it won't come to that. ]
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He follows along, thinking of her, trying not to let the sudden association predispose him too warmly. He doesn't know the first thing about who he's dealing with, and he's not averse to ending their association violently, if need be.
But he does find himself hoping it won't come to that. ]
Fenris.
[ A beat. ]
What of you?