[ He grins at her unruffled comment, quick and briefly boyish and utterly wasted, what with her attention being on the map. His joins it. ]
Not if we do our jobs. [ He pauses to consider his options—and her skill level. ] That's where they thought they would take their demon army. One of the old gods is imprisoned there. And now I really have to recruit you.
[ That gets a look. A little hard to read. The old gods is something of a scary bedtime story, but Sabine has ever been the kind to have liked them at their scariest, and there is a glint of hard intrigue in her study of Alistair's face and the words coming out of it. Her mouth pinches at more talk of recruitment, another look tipped at him that probably articulates that someone will get kicked somewhere sensitive before any such thing will be happening.
She turns, leaning a hip against the table, reaching to inspect the food he brought in beneath its rained on cloth. ]
I can keep a secret, [ she says, a comical half-step from coy. ] Are you leaving?
[ He's still looking at the map, hand raised and curled in the air in front of his throat. Thoughtful. He spares a glance sideways and unfurls his fingers to wiggle a suggestion that she help herself to the bread, but not to suggest that she eat it all, or else they will have to fight. ]
We aren't going to bother it. We only need to make sure that no one else does, for now. They're grouchy, you know, when you wake them up. [ Alistair turns toward her. Smiles. Look how charming he is, look how fun it would be to spend a while underground with him. ] Want to come along?
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Not if we do our jobs. [ He pauses to consider his options—and her skill level. ] That's where they thought they would take their demon army. One of the old gods is imprisoned there. And now I really have to recruit you.
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She turns, leaning a hip against the table, reaching to inspect the food he brought in beneath its rained on cloth. ]
I can keep a secret, [ she says, a comical half-step from coy. ] Are you leaving?
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[ He's still looking at the map, hand raised and curled in the air in front of his throat. Thoughtful. He spares a glance sideways and unfurls his fingers to wiggle a suggestion that she help herself to the bread, but not to suggest that she eat it all, or else they will have to fight. ]
We aren't going to bother it. We only need to make sure that no one else does, for now. They're grouchy, you know, when you wake them up. [ Alistair turns toward her. Smiles. Look how charming he is, look how fun it would be to spend a while underground with him. ] Want to come along?