Sten: *screams*

sten: *screams*

warden: *screams louder to assert dominance*

alistair: should we... do something...?

morrigan: don’t you dare, i want to see who wins this time.

dorian: i’m a necromancer.

inquisitor: oh, that’s cool. i, on the other hand, am a reverse necromancer.

dorian: isn’t that just killing people?

inquisitor: you know, sticking to details is not sexy.

varric: would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 million gold?

hawke: sure, you stab me, my leg gets better, we buy a big-ass house.

inquisitor: and if you stab me too, we’ll have 20 million.

sera: i’m in.

solas: ...

solas: don’t worry, i have a plan.

inquisitor: alright.

solas: traitor-say-what?

blackwall: excuse me?

solas: what?

inquisitor:

solas:

solas: wait-

lavellan: how’s the sexiest person in skyhold today?

solas: i-

dorian, from the library above: i’m doing great, thanks!

hawke: so, what’s for dinner?

anders, staring at the food he just burnt: regret.