"I think you'll be happy to know that I'm not wearing any smallclothes."
Iron Bull's head snapped up, hunting around the tavern with his one good eye for the owner of the voice. There was a flash, a wobbly flash, of red hair at one of the nearby tables. Iron Bull snorted loudly, stifling a strong guffaw with his hand as he rose.
Agarwaenor was leaned over a table, half-drained mug of ale in one hand and a suggestive leer on his face. A leer that was being returned with a look mixed somewhere between disgust and horror from Dalish. Iron Bull sauntered up behind the drunk elf, clapping him on the back and finally letting out his hearty laugh.
"I don't know about Dalish, but I sure am happy to hear that."
Flashing a grin, Agarwaenor slurped down another gulp of ale before twisting around to look up at Iron Bull.
"S'that so?" he asked, tapping his chin with his free hand. His eyes darted up and down the large qunari's body, drunken grin still plastered over his face. "Let's," he drawled out, voice lingering on the s in the process. "Go to my room an'," he hiccuped. "Maybe you can show me."
"Sounds like a great idea," Iron Bull agreed.
Dalish snapped her gaze up to him, a startled look on her face. Iron Bull gave her a wink and a knowing smile, to which she nodded and went back to her drink. The qunari helped heft Agarwaenor up and over one shoulder with a chuckle. He swiped the mug from the elf's hands in the process, downing the last bit of the drink before dumping the empty mug on the table.
"Let's get you to your room to rest, kadan," he murmured on the way out of the tavern.
