"Rivaini, you're doing it again."
"Doing what again?" Isabela asked, her voice dripping faux innocence.
"You're objectifying me again," Varric said with an admirable straight face. No wonder he was the diamondback champion of their small circle of friends.
"No I'm not!" Isabela protested.
"Yes you are," he countered smugly. "I can see you looking at my chest hair."
"I'm not!" And this time her protest was hoenst. "How can I? It's winter and it's all covered up."
Varric gave her an expansive shrug. "I can tell when a woman is undressing me with her eyes. You're doing such a good job of it, I can't decide whether to get hot or catch a chill."
"Get hot," Isabela said, nodding. "Definitely get hot."