It is nice, and quiet, and more tense for the anticipation looming large. Those words, though, put a dorky little smile on his face, one that's a hair too sincere for his Clever Rogue image. His other hand comes up to touch her cheek lightly.

"Love you too, you goddamn lunatic," he answers fondly. As far as he's concerned, being two-thirds tease and one-third nutjob is entirely Marian, and "putting up with" absolute horseshit while secretly loving it is entirely Varric. The sheer audacity of it- yes, that's entirely Marian, too, even if it's not all of her. This game, as far as he's expecting, will probably be outrageous, but won't entirely be about pretending, or being someone else. Not completely, at least. And yes, he loves what a lunatic she is.