She was keeping her eye on whatever was being passed around as well. She knew enough about poisons from Tomwise to at least detect certain characteristics of the stuff, but without taking either of the vials from Cullen himself, she wouldn't be able to provide much help either way. Lusine was as closed off as Varric could be, unreadable in her expression. If either of the items she handed over to Cullen were dangerous, it would be impossible to know until the effects had begun to show. They seemed legitimate for the most part, which allowed Hawke to maintain her casual demeanor despite her restless uncertainty.
When their host turned away, she met Cullen's gaze and simply shrugged. A potion was a potion, standard or made of elfroot. So long as it did the trick, they couldn't complain. As he relaxed, so did she, but only long enough that he could catch a glimpse of it. She folded her arms across her chest and cocked her hip, glancing over to Lusine as she spoke with someone. When she returned, one of her girls followed with a dark pair of pants, which she offered to Cullen with a look. Hawke kept her eyes on Lusine through it to contain any rolling of the eyes she might have made.
"All cleared up, I imagine," the woman tutted. She waved the girl off and fixed Hawke with the same penetrating look she'd given earlier. "Now, about payment. Your...parcel seems to be making a mess of my entryway." The disgust in her face was plain to see.
Hawke smiled thinly. "I can take care of that."
"That wasn't any doubt," Lusine interjected. Bartering and haggling would do her no good here. Madame Lusine's prices were fixed. "I'll be sending you the bill for its cleaning, Sera. And should I need to get the whole rug replaced, you'll be paying for that as well." It wouldn't need to be, of course, but it was added incentive for Hawke to make good on her word. Or else was hardly ever spoken among agents of the Coterie. It didn't need to be.
Possibly. Thank you, Lazarus, for saving it.
When their host turned away, she met Cullen's gaze and simply shrugged. A potion was a potion, standard or made of elfroot. So long as it did the trick, they couldn't complain. As he relaxed, so did she, but only long enough that he could catch a glimpse of it. She folded her arms across her chest and cocked her hip, glancing over to Lusine as she spoke with someone. When she returned, one of her girls followed with a dark pair of pants, which she offered to Cullen with a look. Hawke kept her eyes on Lusine through it to contain any rolling of the eyes she might have made.
"All cleared up, I imagine," the woman tutted. She waved the girl off and fixed Hawke with the same penetrating look she'd given earlier. "Now, about payment. Your...parcel seems to be making a mess of my entryway." The disgust in her face was plain to see.
Hawke smiled thinly. "I can take care of that."
"That wasn't any doubt," Lusine interjected. Bartering and haggling would do her no good here. Madame Lusine's prices were fixed. "I'll be sending you the bill for its cleaning, Sera. And should I need to get the whole rug replaced, you'll be paying for that as well." It wouldn't need to be, of course, but it was added incentive for Hawke to make good on her word. Or else was hardly ever spoken among agents of the Coterie. It didn't need to be.