"Can I hide behind you, Iron Bull?" Alistair asks.
"Can you keep the fucking demons off my back?"
The Fade makes him edgy. Alistair can't blame him. "Probably not," he says, earning a grunting, scoffing sound, and turns his attention back to Zevran while in the background Hawke is saying, incorrigibly, Perhaps I might be of assistance with your back.
"She's unstoppable," he whispers with admiration. Even if she is mad at him right now. He'll deal with that later--after the massive, multilegged demon taking shape through the haze ahead.
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"Can you keep the fucking demons off my back?"
The Fade makes him edgy. Alistair can't blame him. "Probably not," he says, earning a grunting, scoffing sound, and turns his attention back to Zevran while in the background Hawke is saying, incorrigibly, Perhaps I might be of assistance with your back.
"She's unstoppable," he whispers with admiration. Even if she is mad at him right now. He'll deal with that later--after the massive, multilegged demon taking shape through the haze ahead.