"Fenris, calm yourself!" Leliana demanded, pulling Fenris away from the bottles of wine on the table. "By the Maker, you are awkward!"
"Shut up about your Maker! I don't believe in him." Fenris ran his jagged, pointed hand through his mope of silver hair. His green eyes darted across the room, and fell upon the red haired beauty sat opposite him. "I don't believe in anything that puts people into slavery. I'm not a mage, and I'm not to be feared-"
"Fenris, you glow." Leliana picked up Fenris's discarded lute, and plucked a few open strings. "That's scary."
"Do I," Fenris's voice was tender and shy, "Do I scare you?" Leliana didn't respond for a minute; she strummed the lute and hummed in harmony with it. Then, after deciding how best to answer it, Leliana found no words. She stood up and sat next to the elf. Leliana's blue-grey eyes seemed like a calm ocean for Fenris, and her hair seemed like a beautiful, ferocious sunset. Leliana tried to reach out for Fenris's hand, but he jolted. Glowing blue, he apologised. "I can't help it. Every time someone touches me..."
"You don't scare me, Fenris. You never have. You killed three of my guards by punching a hole through their chest, just to get my attention. I found you interesting."
"And now?" Fenris found it hard to keep smiling.
Leliana found his hand again, but this time, Fenris did not glow like a blue fire. "I find you intelligent, passionate, opinionated..." Leliana looked into the blazing fire, "I think you love me." Her Orlesian accent made the words seem like an insult or a negative comment; more like 'you've given me herpes' than 'you love me'.
"I don't want to." Fenris said, letting go of Leliana.
"Why?"
"You're a dangerous woman, and I'm being hunted by slavers. Leliana, I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you. Please... Please, I think you should leave."
Leliana stood up, walked to the door, and leant in the stone frame. "Do you know what I think?" She asked. Fenris made a sad grunt; his throat closing with immediate regret. "I think I love you back."