About being probably sent on that island

[goodforsixthings]

Oh Sweet Pea, of course you couldn't resist taking me up. Very few can...[She smirks a little at that]

But while the idea of a tropical island being something like the Blooming Rose but without the need for coins is very...tempting, I'm not sure I am all for having the open sea right there and not being able to sail it. Even you have to admit that it's a bit cruel from you. It's like putting on display your favorite piece of...let's say meat, and not being able to take a single bite out of it.

Oh. Are you saying that my favorite mage and elf are both already there? Well, why didn't you say so sooner, darling? This is bound to be entertaining enough. [She looks thoroughly amused at the thought.]



...And what's this again about whipped cream coming out of a can?

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[goodforsixthings]

[She taps her index on her lips, clearly thinking about this one.]

Hmmm....I think you are more of the rope type. Oh! You bound her wrists to your bed and took her from behind and you grope her bountiful breast as you pressed her to the mattress and bite into her shoulder as pleasure overtook you...

[She has a dreamy look for a moment ebfore she shakes her head]

Oh no! Even better! She used melted chocolate to retrace your tattoos and making a trail down that she slowly licked more than once, making sure there's nothing left. Nothing...

....Or maybe both. Mmm yes, you did both...[Isabela fans herself with her hand. Where is Varric to write down all of these good stories?]

[wineorgtfo]

[Oh Isabela, so detailed...]

I am only going to assume these are desires you have yourself.

[goodforsixthings]

[She has a very vivid imagination, no surprise there. Isabela tilts her head and cocks an eyebrow]

Why are you asking? Are you offering yourself to fulfill them, Fenris?

[She may or may not be joking here.]

[wineorgtfo]

I suppose we will only see if you ever arrive on this blighted island.

[May or may not be hoping she does, secretly. Maybe.]

[goodforsixthings]

[Admit it Fenris, you are so totally hoping she wants to do dirty, sweaty, sticking things with you in that spiky armor...

Isabela smiles coyly at him]

Indeed we will see. If I do, I expect a full glass of wine and some stories from you.

[wineorgtfo]

[Admitting would take half the fun away~]

Fine, it is a deal.

[Granted he won't remember this conversation but maybe he knows that.]