An extended pause. "I did," she admits, finally. "I was surprised you got the size right after so long." Then again when you are frequently lotting bodies fo shoes and Maker knows what else, you gained a familiarity with who could fit what. She was impressed they managed to find so much to fit Sten. "They are beautiful, though. Thank you."

And now her eyebrows raise.

"A wager?" It is just incredulous enough that in the moment she sounds more like she did during the Blight, animated and indignant. "You made a wager on me wanting to kiss Morrigan? She was awful." Arguably she still could be.

He made good points but she is distracted by tiny hands reaching for her broch, and by being indignant as hell.