[Varric's eye roll was deliberate, exaggerated, and incredibly familiar. It reminded him of a time when he and Hawke could bullshit each other, no threats of Qunari, mages or reanimated magisters looming over them.]
[He missed it just enough to pantomime an apologetic bow, showing reverence to the great (and rather minuscule) wonder of Hawke's breasts]
I am so sorry to have wronged you, your Mam-jesties. [Was that too much of a stretch? Hell, he would go with it.] . How ever can I make it up to you?
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[He missed it just enough to pantomime an apologetic bow, showing reverence to the great (and rather minuscule) wonder of Hawke's breasts]
I am so sorry to have wronged you, your Mam-jesties. [Was that too much of a stretch? Hell, he would go with it.] . How ever can I make it up to you?