Bull nodded, and for some reason he had weird feeling about someone else being able to so clearly identify Dorian's scent. He knew Geralt had a ridiculously good nose; Bull himself was privy to more scents than most humans were, but Geralt's abilities were beyond his own.
"Yeah," he answered, his mood shifting again because he thought of Dorian's delicate neck beneath his hand, and the sounds the mage made when he was suffocating. He tried to push the memory aside.
"He's-- kadan," he said, not bothering to translate himself just yet. His tone revealed a lot, though, and he knew that. He let it. "Our countries have been at war from longer than either of us have been alive. My people are notoriously wary of mages and he is a particularly high ranking one in Tevinter. That we didn't try to kill each other speaks volumes to our civility."
He looked down, a faint smile tugging his scarred mouth. "He poked at me relentlessly. He had this idea of what the Qunari are and are supposed to be, and I think I broke most of the assumptions he had. I poked back, because he made the best sounds when I cornered him. Verbally."
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Date: 2017-09-25 02:31 am (UTC)"Yeah," he answered, his mood shifting again because he thought of Dorian's delicate neck beneath his hand, and the sounds the mage made when he was suffocating. He tried to push the memory aside.
"He's-- kadan," he said, not bothering to translate himself just yet. His tone revealed a lot, though, and he knew that. He let it. "Our countries have been at war from longer than either of us have been alive. My people are notoriously wary of mages and he is a particularly high ranking one in Tevinter. That we didn't try to kill each other speaks volumes to our civility."
He looked down, a faint smile tugging his scarred mouth. "He poked at me relentlessly. He had this idea of what the Qunari are and are supposed to be, and I think I broke most of the assumptions he had. I poked back, because he made the best sounds when I cornered him. Verbally."