"Oh, well, if we're lucky, even if he figures it out, nothing truly untoward will happen until the fifth or sixth sequel. Just...lots of brief meetings and...Andraste's ashes, I don't know. Flowery words?" He knew he was probably being naive. It wasn't so bad when it was deliberate.

"I've heard the same. It's less cheerful at the very least." His smile widened for the assertion that it was a special occasion. He had tried to make it something different from dinner or a walk.

"Tell me that when it's time for me to stand up again. That'll be the real test." He shifted to give her the inner curve of shoulder rather than the harder outer cusp, nothing coy or sneaky in the way his arm came to rest around her shoulders as a result. He once more offered over the bottle.