Agarwaenor stalked across the courtyard to the main keep, an annoyed sneer on his lips as he looked around. Nobles milled about, the conversations dropping to an even lower tone when the flash of red hair appeared in the doorway. He huffed, shaking his head. Stupid nobles. Stupid shemlen.
"Looking for someone?" Varric popped his head up from the papers strewn across the table he'd claimed. The only one brave - or stupid - enough to confront the angry elf directly.
"No," he grumbled under his breath.
Turning away, he continued down the hall until he came to the door that led to Josephine's office. Without preamble, he shoved the door open with a rough grunt. Josephine and Cassandra looked up from the ambassador's desk.
"Inquisitor," Josephine greeted, a smile on her lips.
Agarwaenor ignored her, instead coming to stop a short distance from Cassandra. He crossed his arms over his chest, tapping one foot as he glared up at the woman.
"I have a bone to pick with you, Seeker."
Cassandra glanced between him and Josephine, eyebrows raised. "I don't know what you're talking about, Inquisitor, I-"
"Don't give me that horseshit," he snapped. An angry snarl lingered behind his tone.
As Cassandra glanced to Josephine again, she got a nod. For what, Agarwaenor could not care less. At least he didn't care until Cassandra was suddenly stepping forward and pressing her lips against his forehead. His mouth dropped open and his defensive posture deflated just a little. He fumbled, words getting lost in the jumble of his brain as he tried to process what the fuck just happened.
"See," Josephine stifled a giggle. "It works, like a charm."