I promise I will not run my finger along anything for dust.

( she holds his eye. not for dust.

and then, straightening, clicking her tongue against her teeth in a way that has max on his feet: )


Off you go. Go mind the room.

( & dorian, if he's in it. either way, she is apparently sparing marcus the audience, which is more consideration than some get. perhaps best she isn't inviting anyone back to their shared room, for now, since obliging her casual affairs to put up with the knowledge that the skull is aware even if it isn't offering commentary might be

well, it might put the most battle-tested mage off his stroke. dog accounted for and lecuyer spared the indignity, she offers marcus her hand. )

I expect the Inquisition has obliged me to worse conditions than you could possibly be offering.