[ Even with her tone as it is, the words make him smile, a crooked little twist that lasts until he's taken the bottle and a drink. That does sound like her. Like something she would do in Kirkwall after making him search for only an hour, instead of half the continent away after weeks and months.
He doesn't notice if the wine is good or not. ]
Yseult wanted her to learn impulse control. [ He offers the bottle back. ] The rest of it was... That was all she asked. Teach her to think before she acts and speaks.
[ And it's the one thing he's sure he, at least, did the worst at, setting it aside for daggers and music and spy games in the city, because the only ways he knew how to teach her to ignore her feelings would have required cutting into them. ]
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He doesn't notice if the wine is good or not. ]
Yseult wanted her to learn impulse control. [ He offers the bottle back. ] The rest of it was... That was all she asked. Teach her to think before she acts and speaks.
[ And it's the one thing he's sure he, at least, did the worst at, setting it aside for daggers and music and spy games in the city, because the only ways he knew how to teach her to ignore her feelings would have required cutting into them. ]