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Alistair's face is red. Honor bound him from blatantly looking at the naked woman even though he is suspicious. Inside, he is both embarrassed and dumbfounded. The male blood that runs through his vein is both excited by the beautiful creature and dreaded by the danger that seems to lurk after the appearance of the mysterious girl. Why is she naked?
Is she a demon? Desire demon, maybe?
With curves and face like this, who wouldn't believe that she is the desire itself?
But..
"She is no demon. I can sense no magic from her." Morrigan suddenly says this with her face carefully blanked, though her eyes betrays her curiosity as they trail on the body of the stranger who is still comfortably sitting on the armor of their appointed leader - the leader who is still staring blankly at the girl, clearly doesn't know what to do.
"Neither can I." Alistair agrees. His templar trained sense doesn't already scream in fright with the sight of her, which is a good thing. Still, they can't be too sure. Enemy is everywhere nowadays.
His eyes darkened because the thought drags him back to Ostagar, but he composes himself. Now is not the time.
But first, "Oi, Gabriel. There's a woman on your armor!"
Everyone stares at him incredibly.
"What?"
"You idiot." Morrigan scoffs.
"But I thought his brain was fried. He seemed lost." More blank stares, and already Alistair feels a pout is forming around the corner of his mouth. It was perfectly reasonable, at least for him, anyway!
Gabriel shakes himself out of stupor and pushes the woman off his chest at the same time as when Alistair was saying defiantly, "Well, she's hot."
He pauses, and then adds helpfully.
"And naked."
(Apparently, no one really pays him attention after this point.)
** I will change the genre from "Romance/Drama" to "Humor/Drama" from now on because of, well, Alistair. Of course, there's still romance in this story. I like romance. Especially with Naruto in it. And Alistair.