Alistair seated himself with a light huff. His eyes glued to Margeary as she talked with Sten. He still didn't trust the large qunari, everything about the hulking man screamed "I'm a murder! Don't trust me!" And yet still, here they were. And there she was. Talking to him. Again.
He squinted, watching with a studious gaze for each move. The careful way she'd place her hand on Sten's arm, or the soft noises that Alistair swore were giggles. How could anything he said be funny? The man didn't say hardly anything! And yet, yet Alistair was more than certain it's what he heard.
A long sigh escaped his lips. One of longing, one of frustration. A desire behind it that it would be him she was talking to like that. With the gentle touches and airy giggles he was certain he was seeing her offer Sten now.
And to make matters worse, Alistair felt his heart clench as she leaned in closer to the qunari. Eyes bugging out, mouth going slack-jawed, Alistair watched as Margeary closed the distance to plant a kiss on Sten's nose. A light, gentle looking thing. Affectionate in nature, much the way he desired to nuzzle her. To plant feathery kisses along her nose. Down her jaw, along toward her mouth…
He stood up sharply, shaking his head and calling Barkspawn over. He needed a walk, and needed to company to vent to that wouldn't talk back to him. Wouldn't call him foolish or childish, that would listen and still look up at him with adoring eyes. He wanted Margeary, but had to settle for Barkspawn.