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You are filthy! A beast! Such depravity I have never been forced to suffer! How words are so laden when they leave your lips they are beyond decent imagining!
Madam, I love you.
--Ser Augold
“Someone seems to enjoy hearing the fantasies of their partner.” Leliana giggled as she looked over the note.
“I do not understand. Why does he insult her and then express sentiment?” Sten questioned.
“It’s how nobility acts. They have to pretend that they’re above all of the depravity of the lower classes. When really they’re just like everyone else.”
“Unless you’re in Antiva, then it’s just acknowledged and accepted.” Zevran commented. “Out there sensual discussion is commonplace, and to each his own desires.”
“Are you sure that’s not just your childhood coloring you judgement?” the warden asked.
“Of course, my dear warden. How else do you think the crows gain their intelligence?” Zevran smiled. “You know I once knew a man who liked...”