He doesn't dignify the first question with a response. He wonders how well those attempts to be cute will fly with Leliana. Knowing her, not very.
"I strongly doubt you'd be pleased with the Orlesian sensibility when it comes to literature." He hasn't found anything worth reading the title of on the shelves in the office they've graciously apportioned for him. For all he knows she is Orlesian and has simply buried the accent.
He gives a final nod and retreats to return to the other business at hand, trying to keep track of what the Qunari are up to, what's happening with the eluvians, and who's behind it all. It's enough that the prisoner almost slips his mind. Almost.
There's something about her that continues to nag at him, like a buried memory or information he had once only to lose to other pursuits. Perhaps Leliana will be able to help him figure that out after her talk with her later this evening.
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"I strongly doubt you'd be pleased with the Orlesian sensibility when it comes to literature." He hasn't found anything worth reading the title of on the shelves in the office they've graciously apportioned for him. For all he knows she is Orlesian and has simply buried the accent.
He gives a final nod and retreats to return to the other business at hand, trying to keep track of what the Qunari are up to, what's happening with the eluvians, and who's behind it all. It's enough that the prisoner almost slips his mind. Almost.
There's something about her that continues to nag at him, like a buried memory or information he had once only to lose to other pursuits. Perhaps Leliana will be able to help him figure that out after her talk with her later this evening.