[Oh, and he nearly causes a fight in the streets for how he stops on his heels, staring down in awe and growing pleasure at those words. Oh, and he thinks again of that bloody cloth left in Thedas. The weight of it tied securely around his wrist, as much a part of his daily attire as his sword or his armor, and how right it always felt to have it near. He got into such a habit of worrying at it, you know. Touching it with two fingers or tying and retying it, pleased each time it reminded him of his beloved.]
You know you need not fear such a thing. Not when your taste in fashion is so much more select than mine. Besides: you know my tastes.
I doubt I'll ever take it off.
Did you find it yourself, or did Karlach aid you too?
[Absently, he brushes his thumb over his ring finger, a little smile on his face. He can feel the lack already, he thinks. There's a fluttering in the pit of his stomach, a growing giddiness that makes him pick up the pace as he heads down the street.]
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You know you need not fear such a thing. Not when your taste in fashion is so much more select than mine. Besides: you know my tastes.
I doubt I'll ever take it off.
Did you find it yourself, or did Karlach aid you too?
[Absently, he brushes his thumb over his ring finger, a little smile on his face. He can feel the lack already, he thinks. There's a fluttering in the pit of his stomach, a growing giddiness that makes him pick up the pace as he heads down the street.]
When did you do this?