Betrys nearly breathes the word in answer, his hand having ensured that if she wasn't before, she certainly is now--but then she glances down at the floor. "You won't slip?"

The last thing she needs is to break her tailbone in the midst of a tryst in the barracks. For all that Varric seems convinced she should be a person to her people, not just an icon, Betrys would much prefer she remain a bit more distant to the men and women serving under her.