Iron Bull:  “Sera, I had a thought.  The next time we run into a line of enemies, I’ll pick you up and throw you.”

Sera:  “Get off.”

Iron Bull:  “No, this could work.  I’ll loft you over the front ranks, you’ll land behind them to flank – mayhem ensues.”

Sera:  “I can’t fly, you daft tit!”

Iron Bull:  “Think of the mayhem, Sera.  Mayyyyyhemmmmm.”

Sera:  “I’d get a wedge-up something fierce!”

Iron Bull:  “Look, you and Varric are the only ones small enough, and he’s… pretty dense.”

Sera:  “Well do some bloody presses!”

party banter from Dragon Age:  Inquisition


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