Even if it was a good hit he won’t admit that with any type of genuine action. Instead he plays up the over dramatics, wincing and rubbing his arm, almost pouting, if Qunari’s pouted.
“You wound me Krempuff.” His shit eating grin is growing, taking a sip of his drink and looking off wistfully with a sigh. “Next thing I know, you’ll be telling me only real fighters use giant weapons.”
krem’s smile twitches and he bites the inside of his cheek to keep from LAUGHING at bull’s antics. it’s nice, being able to kick back and relax for a minute, to talk shit with iron bull and not worry about having to run off the next morning for yet another mission in the ass end of thedas.
❛ REAL fighters don’t let themselves get stabbed in the side just to teach themselves new defense tactics, that’s for sure. ❜ he raises one brow at iron bull, smirking.