"Oh yes. And he'll probably throw a dragon in there, somehow. It wouldn't be Varric if it wasn't utterly ridiculous and questionably real."

And yet people did believe him. The dwarf had a kind of magic over people that was all his own. He could convince the Maker Himself that the sky was painted polka dots if he really wanted to.

Fenris wasn't expecting the none-too-subtle flirt. A blush flashes across his cheeks as he dips his head, clearing his throat awkwardly. He's...really not very good at this sort of thing.

"Oh. Well. I'm sure I could be better at it with practise."

What the hell was that? He groans inwardly, wow. That was awful.