Anything for Her

Alistair sighed. After a hard day fighting darkspawn, one would have expected camp to be a welcome reprieve. Instead, he and Morrigan ended up arguing yet again. He watched her stomp off towards her tent, swaying her hips in that lovely way of hers. Deciding to call it a night, he turned towards the fire, and noticed Aedan watching her too. He decided he might as well make some idle conversation while he could.

"Got a minute? I'd like to discuss our companion with you", he said.

"Sure, I gather from your tone that you aren't too happy. What's wrong? Morrigan mocked baby Alistair's intelligence again?" Aedan replied with a smug grin.

"That's not the point! I'd like to know what you think of her" said Alistair, with a hint of indignation.

"I think she's beautiful, don't you?" said Aedan, a faraway look in his eyes.

"Urgh, stop fantasizing about her. I meant her character. Do you think she can be trusted? She is a sneaky, swooping witch thief, after all".

"Ah, it would seem someone has a little crush" said Aedan, in a cooing voice. "Does the templar wish to smite the apostate in winter?"

"I have no idea what you mean".

"Leave it be. As for your question, I believe she can be trusted, for now, at least. Should she turn against us, we always have your templar abilities to count on. Who knows, you may finally get to smite her."

"I wouldn't mind that, to be honest" said Alistair, imagining the situation, and deriving some guilty pleasure from it.

"Well, was there anything else? Or did you just wish to bitch about Morrigan?" said Aedan exasperatedly, not bothering to point out that Alistair had completely missed the innuendo.

"I suppose that's enough for now. Time for archdemon nightmares, hurrah!"

Bidding each other a pleasant night, they both retired to their tents.