"Oh, very much so. You musn't let his habit for hiding away fool you. I believe him to be the most sincere sort of fellow. And broadly far more personable and sensitive—in the kindly sense—than a vast majority of our ranks. Which is to say that he means quite well."
These are all things which might be best said to the man in question himself, of course. But it is very complicated, she has found, to give anyone very genuine compliments directly. It would only make her miss Viktor preemptively when she has weeks yet before she means to sail away across the Waking Sea. Much like she is not, presently, thinking very much at all about how much of a shame it will be to not have Ser Barrow here at her beck and call when desired. Indeed, thus the most productive and thoughtful thing to be done with the whole sensation is to merely crush the two gentleman in question together and be very satisfied with herself over the arrangement.
Yes, it's a very good idea. She has decided Viktor and Barrow will be friends, and so they will be.
"Besides, I doubt Serah Lazar cares to spend much time at all in the research workrooms. So the arrangement may be of some benefit to you as well."
The pleasant smile that's begun to develop onto Barrow's face, in light of Wysteria so fondly describing Viktor, turns into a full grin at her offered reasoning.
"Well why didn't you lead with that," he laughs, scoffing, "maybe I'll just move all my things to the workroom, get ahead of it entirely."
"Yes, well. It is generally a good tactic to be conservative with one's negotiations to start," she says, not entirely unsly. She thinks she's very funny and clever, thank you.
"In any case," she says. "My point is that I think the arrangement may be of some benefit to the both of you."
It's all right, he thinks that about himself too, at least some of the time.
"I will look into it," he confirms, pausing as the dog fully steps up onto his foot, its tail and ears perking as it alerts to something entirely elsewhere, but insists on doing so in such a way that stops Barrow in his tread.
"You'll be popular in Orzammar," he informs it, "just don't run afoul of any street nugs."
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"Oh, very much so. You musn't let his habit for hiding away fool you. I believe him to be the most sincere sort of fellow. And broadly far more personable and sensitive—in the kindly sense—than a vast majority of our ranks. Which is to say that he means quite well."
These are all things which might be best said to the man in question himself, of course. But it is very complicated, she has found, to give anyone very genuine compliments directly. It would only make her miss Viktor preemptively when she has weeks yet before she means to sail away across the Waking Sea. Much like she is not, presently, thinking very much at all about how much of a shame it will be to not have Ser Barrow here at her beck and call when desired. Indeed, thus the most productive and thoughtful thing to be done with the whole sensation is to merely crush the two gentleman in question together and be very satisfied with herself over the arrangement.
Yes, it's a very good idea. She has decided Viktor and Barrow will be friends, and so they will be.
"Besides, I doubt Serah Lazar cares to spend much time at all in the research workrooms. So the arrangement may be of some benefit to you as well."
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"Well why didn't you lead with that," he laughs, scoffing, "maybe I'll just move all my things to the workroom, get ahead of it entirely."
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"In any case," she says. "My point is that I think the arrangement may be of some benefit to the both of you."
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"I will look into it," he confirms, pausing as the dog fully steps up onto his foot, its tail and ears perking as it alerts to something entirely elsewhere, but insists on doing so in such a way that stops Barrow in his tread.
"You'll be popular in Orzammar," he informs it, "just don't run afoul of any street nugs."