"It's dusty here!"
"Of course it's dusty, that's because nobody ever comes here! I think the Templars can't squeeze through the gap with all their plate armor. Dust is a good thing Flora, it means we won't get caught".
"Stop calling me Flora! And dust is never a good thing – look at the hem of my robe!"
"Would you rather we get caught? Again? And have to stop half way through – again?"
"If you would just behave yourself, we could go into the repository and we could be clean and not caught. It's only because you keep trying to escape-"
"We can't all be like you, sweetheart. Precious, fragile little flowers with a fear of grease marks and specks of dirt who spell their robes to stay pressed – although that little charm is about to come in useful".
"I'm not putting it on the floor Anders"
"Fine – turn around, I can fuck you against the wall Flora".
"Please stop calling me Flora".
"Make me".
"Oh – Maker, oh, please!"
"There, that stopped you complaining didn't it?"
