[He laughs again, white teeth flashing for the sheer audacity of talking like this. He has never been one to cower from humans, not since freedom, but it's so refreshing to talk to someone else who feels the same. Not even the Dalish can manage it, so lost in their victimization.]
Of course we will.
[Of course they will. Drunk as they are, anything seems possible right now. His voice has gone drunkenly pleased, loose and light and a little silly in a way that it never normally is.]
Anyway, what kind of cleverness? Clever enough to survive, I know that. Clever enough to study up. What other kinds of ways are you clever, hm?
[A beat, and then, a little ruefully:]
I do not suppose light fingers were part of your training . . .
[Look, stealing is wrong, but it does make for a far easier life, and he is too old to care overly much about the morals of it. Steal from the rich to give to the poor, isn't that how the saying goes? And given they themselves have almost nothing between them . . . it's fine.]
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Of course we will.
[Of course they will. Drunk as they are, anything seems possible right now. His voice has gone drunkenly pleased, loose and light and a little silly in a way that it never normally is.]
Anyway, what kind of cleverness? Clever enough to survive, I know that. Clever enough to study up. What other kinds of ways are you clever, hm?
[A beat, and then, a little ruefully:]
I do not suppose light fingers were part of your training . . .
[Look, stealing is wrong, but it does make for a far easier life, and he is too old to care overly much about the morals of it. Steal from the rich to give to the poor, isn't that how the saying goes? And given they themselves have almost nothing between them . . . it's fine.]