there’s a pause before he speaks, his eyes seek anything but contact with the other. a slight smirk tugs at the edge of his lips that is caused by a feeling of awkwardness stirring in his gut. his palms sweat slightly, thinking perhaps the question may be a bit too rude to ask aloud whether it be a jest or not. he clears his throat as quietly as he can and decides to ask anyway ; for it was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
‘ so... morrigan.. have you been turning men into toads lately? no? or have we finally moved passed the beloved “toad phase” ? ‘











