‘varric,’ anders said, poking through the latest version of the manuscript in order to procrastinate work on his own manifesto, ‘i can’t help but notice you’ve spent a lot of time describing hawke from behind. you know, around the general…hip area.’
‘considering that’s the view i get while following him around all the time, from hightown to lowtown and back again,’ varric replied, ‘can you blame me? a dwarf can only get to a certain height, blondie.’
he hid the heat on his cheeks behind the quill, as always. but if anders kept pushing it, he was going to spend six years aching instead of three.