"And I said you're being a damnable fool," Resa shouted, her hands clenched by her sides. She had to do something, anything, to keep from hitting him.
"I'm the fool? I am the fool," Alistair's voice rose with each word. He stalked closer to her until they stood all but toe to toe. The height difference did not bother her as he towered over her. If anything, she drew herself up more proudly, eyes flashing up at him. A tiny part of him had to admit she was rather striking with anger lighting her eyes and flushing her cheeks. Pity she was being so blasted stupid.
Alistair poked her in the chest, "He's an assassin," each word was enunciated to make sure she understood. He continued to poke with each syllable, "He was sent to kill you. You don't make friends with assassins sent to kill you."
"If you poke me one more time, I will break off that finger and shove it so far up your arse, you'll be able to scratch your liver," Resa growled.
She ignored the whoop of laughter from Zevran and Wynne's scandalized gasp. She had grown up with her big brother as her hero and learned how to curse with Fergus and his men. Resa narrowed her eyes as she stepped closer to Alistair and poked him in the chest, "You decided to make me the leader, remember? So that means what I say goes. The assassin stays."
Alistair started to speak then just growled in frustration. He turned away, throwing his hands up in the air, "Fine, fine! But don't come crying to me when he crawls into your tent and stabs you in the middle of the night."
"Actually, if I crawl into her tent in the middle of the night, I will not be looking to stab her," Zevran smiled appreciatively in Resa's direction, "I'd be happy to detail what I would do, ser Warden, to get your approval first?"
Resa's lips twitched suspiciously as the back of Alistair's neck began to turn an odd shade of purple. She cleared her throat and shook her head, "There will be no crawling into my tent in the middle of the night, gentlemen, by anyone."
She settled down on the ground by the fire, her anger deceptively veiled, "Now then, shall we have supper and try to get along?"
Resa calmly reached for the ladle in the stew, only to have her hand grabbed. Who'd have thought Alistair could move that quickly. He jerked her to her feet and strode off towards the pond. She glanced over her shoulder at the rest of the party as she both tried to get loose and catch her balance. If the grins on their faces meant anything, she was not going to be helped any time soon. Dammit.