(oh shit, DW RP really is a small world! It's good to see you again!)
Her tactics are different from his, he can tell that right away. As long as he's letting himself pick all this apart like there's a point to doing it. The Iron Bull was built out of parts of him, parts he figured he'd be able to keep using long term, but he hadn't been Hissrad. That had been the whole point. Even when there'd only been Hissrad it had been a different version of him talking to Qunari lost and waiting for the Viddathlok, or one of the civilian rebels, or captured soldiers. Just another guard, bored and too thoughtless to be a threat, and that had meant loosening up the way Hissrad moved, relaxing the way he spoke. The bored guard Hissrad had been would never have said something like, It'd put me at a disadvantage.
Then again: hiding in plain sight. He remembers thinking how it wouldn't hurt if Krem knew, if a couple of the guys knew, remembers sending the idea along and how it'd make people trust him more if they thought they saw everything, sending it along again before the Inquisition, because Inquisition security surely meant that things had changed. He remembers getting the response back and the way the inside of his head went quiet when he'd read it, a little bit like the way it's quiet now, quiet in a way he hadn't noticed until just now thinking back on it.
Maybe whoever she's working for doesn't think hiding in plain sight is all that stupid an idea. Maybe she's decided she can make it work for her.
He looks down at the table, shrugs a shoulder and makes the gesture slow, to give himself a second to shove his thoughts in line. "I don't know, coffee out here's usually crap. Tea, too. Always get distracted thinking about how good it's supposed to be. Maybe I get you a beer and you get me some crappy leaf-water and we both get a disadvantage, huh?"
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Her tactics are different from his, he can tell that right away. As long as he's letting himself pick all this apart like there's a point to doing it. The Iron Bull was built out of parts of him, parts he figured he'd be able to keep using long term, but he hadn't been Hissrad. That had been the whole point. Even when there'd only been Hissrad it had been a different version of him talking to Qunari lost and waiting for the Viddathlok, or one of the civilian rebels, or captured soldiers. Just another guard, bored and too thoughtless to be a threat, and that had meant loosening up the way Hissrad moved, relaxing the way he spoke. The bored guard Hissrad had been would never have said something like, It'd put me at a disadvantage.
Then again: hiding in plain sight. He remembers thinking how it wouldn't hurt if Krem knew, if a couple of the guys knew, remembers sending the idea along and how it'd make people trust him more if they thought they saw everything, sending it along again before the Inquisition, because Inquisition security surely meant that things had changed. He remembers getting the response back and the way the inside of his head went quiet when he'd read it, a little bit like the way it's quiet now, quiet in a way he hadn't noticed until just now thinking back on it.
Maybe whoever she's working for doesn't think hiding in plain sight is all that stupid an idea. Maybe she's decided she can make it work for her.
He looks down at the table, shrugs a shoulder and makes the gesture slow, to give himself a second to shove his thoughts in line. "I don't know, coffee out here's usually crap. Tea, too. Always get distracted thinking about how good it's supposed to be. Maybe I get you a beer and you get me some crappy leaf-water and we both get a disadvantage, huh?"