varhellathen: (✧ where the road)
Lᴀsᴜʟᴀʜɴ Lᴀᴠᴇʟʟᴀɴ ([personal profile] varhellathen) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet 2020-10-08 12:30 pm (UTC)

There's no accounting for taste, I suppose.

[ Lasulahn seems to realize the hour must be quite late, and hastily stands. ] Oh- I'm sorry, I've been keeping you up.

[ He sets his cup on the table, and his cloak momentarily in the chair he'd been sitting in, before wrapping the cowl around his neck. He gives Zevran a small smile. ] Thank you, but that's alright. I can manage.

[ While the company would be nice, The Inquisitor is keenly aware that receiving an escort to his room at such a late hour will spark rumors he doesn't want to contend with- nor does he wish for Zevran to have to deal with them, either. That would hardly be a pleasant welcome to Skyhold.

He wraps his cloak around his shoulders, securing it before his attention returns to his host once more.
] Thank you for the company. I'll ask Josephine about the boots for the ball tomorrow.

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