[ He takes a guess where that line of questioning is headed. ]
It is not a prank. [ He flips it open to display the pages, which aren’t glued together or blank or anything of the sort. ] Someone put your name in for our gift exchange, and I spoke with the leaders—
[ One leader. ]
—and you can have a book. If you do not vandalize it or try to bludgeon anyone with it, I will see if we can trade it for another in a few weeks.
[ As much as Bastien loves unwashed Tevinter prisoners, he’s not wild about mages, leashed somehow or not. He keeps his distance. But he holds the book out close enough to be reached, and if Benedict goes for it he won’t even do the teasing jerk out of reach thing. Not once. That’s practically a second gift. ]
I am trusting you, [ he says, which is more of a warning than a compliment, ] to not make me look like an idiot for arguing this was a good idea.
[Taking the book, Benedict shakes his head quickly, already almost too enthralled by being allowed such an object to assure Bastien he won’t be an idiot.]
Thank you, [he says after a moment, turning toward him with the book held to his chest.]
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[ He takes a guess where that line of questioning is headed. ]
It is not a prank. [ He flips it open to display the pages, which aren’t glued together or blank or anything of the sort. ] Someone put your name in for our gift exchange, and I spoke with the leaders—
[ One leader. ]
—and you can have a book. If you do not vandalize it or try to bludgeon anyone with it, I will see if we can trade it for another in a few weeks.
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[His excitement is palpable, his eyes suddenly brimming as he gets to his feet and rushes to the bars. There has never been a more grateful face.]
I can? It’s not a trick? Really?
[If Bastien gets too close, he risks being kissed.]
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I am trusting you, [ he says, which is more of a warning than a compliment, ] to not make me look like an idiot for arguing this was a good idea.
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Thank you, [he says after a moment, turning toward him with the book held to his chest.]
I just— thank you.