[Oh there he is, the fighter from Thedas with a glare that could cut sinew and a voice to make even the surliest slavers shiver. A little long-buried, perhaps, but not long-lost; the call and response of habitual language, beautiful as music to his careworn ears.]

Awake at last, thank the gods.

[Hello again, sweetheart.]

I really didn't want to have to keep that up forever— it is exhausting turning back to old tricks.

[Playful as a fox through intonation (and utterly rapacious, thank you very much), and most importantly: not at all about to acknowledge the fact that Leto is absolutely right on all counts in his scolding.

Less fun, that part.]