He shouldn't gloat. He shouldn't bask. He was a Grey Warden, the definition of duty and sacrifice. But it turned something in him liquid and warm to feel the honesty and embarrassment. He could see and hear Spite, for now, but just maybe the spirit was a better wingman than Lucanis- or all of history- gave the entities credit for.
He slanted his shoulder, trying to slide Lucanis' head off his arm, to catch his chin with his fingers and tilt it up to look the man in the face again.
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He shouldn't gloat. He shouldn't bask. He was a Grey Warden, the definition of duty and sacrifice. But it turned something in him liquid and warm to feel the honesty and embarrassment. He could see and hear Spite, for now, but just maybe the spirit was a better wingman than Lucanis- or all of history- gave the entities credit for.
He slanted his shoulder, trying to slide Lucanis' head off his arm, to catch his chin with his fingers and tilt it up to look the man in the face again.
"You must know how gorgeous you are."