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If there's one thing Isabela's learned over her years of doing business, it's that her tits are a fantastic distraction technique. Even better when the other person is worried about being crass. She'll owe Varric one for this; Josephine Montilyet's tells aren't exactly easy to spot. "You should take a closer look. I can tell you want to."
"Did you have any terms you wished to discuss, Captain Isabela?"
No dice. Josephine's tone is completely businesslike, although she doesn't completely avert her eyes. A tough nut to crack, maybe. Fortunately, Isabela's got plenty of relevant experience where nuts are concerned, and someone let slip that with the right timing, a pretty face could go a long way.
"Actually," she says, leaning the rest of the way over the desk, "it's Admiral, now, but don't worry your pretty head about the title. Why don't we get to a first-name basis, mm?"