[ After having a very confusing conversation with Inquisitor Trevelyan, Laica has finally discovered that there are versions of Thedas that are different from hers. Which is disconcerting, to put it mildly. But not enough to dissuade her from taking a seat across from one of her very dearest friends and smiling adoringly. ]
What, like my heart? A little late for that don't you think.
[ She rests her chin on her hand and winks. A tiny voice, one that's probably her good sense (which is why it's so easy to ignore) is trying to remind her that it's entirely possible that he does not know her. And, because she does know Fenris (or a Fenris, at any rate) she knows that he doesn't like that sort of flattery, as a general rule.
Your Average Hotel Night
What, like my heart? A little late for that don't you think.
[ She rests her chin on her hand and winks. A tiny voice, one that's probably her good sense (which is why it's so easy to ignore) is trying to remind her that it's entirely possible that he does not know her. And, because she does know Fenris (or a Fenris, at any rate) she knows that he doesn't like that sort of flattery, as a general rule.
Old habits die hard. ]