You would look good in anything! You would be a fitting companion no matter what you wore, trousers, a gown--a shift--
[He doesn't say nothing at all. But he does pause, tellingly, leaving a space to indicate that he might say it. That same veiled reference is in his next protestation, too:]
You must not turn me down for want of clothing.
[--But he hardly needs to protest. She accepts. She will find a dress, and accept, and Scipio's face splits into a huge grin as he wheels his horse around again, in excitement.]
She accepts!
[Loudly, in case anyone has missed it. The horse whinnies sharply, an echo of his excitement, maybe slightly more panicked. Its forehooves leave the ground as it rears up--not terribly high, not terribly dangerous, but very striking, like something out of a portrait. The way he says it, it's clear that he expects applause--and, ridiculously, he gets his applause, here and there in the crowd. At the very least, there are murmurs, excited, pleased for Sabriel, in awe (for better or for worse) at the display. The moment is just that kind of a moment.]
Sabriel! You have, twice over, made me the luckiest man in all of Skyhold! This will be a night of which songs are written, truly!
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[He doesn't say nothing at all. But he does pause, tellingly, leaving a space to indicate that he might say it. That same veiled reference is in his next protestation, too:]
You must not turn me down for want of clothing.
[--But he hardly needs to protest. She accepts. She will find a dress, and accept, and Scipio's face splits into a huge grin as he wheels his horse around again, in excitement.]
She accepts!
[Loudly, in case anyone has missed it. The horse whinnies sharply, an echo of his excitement, maybe slightly more panicked. Its forehooves leave the ground as it rears up--not terribly high, not terribly dangerous, but very striking, like something out of a portrait. The way he says it, it's clear that he expects applause--and, ridiculously, he gets his applause, here and there in the crowd. At the very least, there are murmurs, excited, pleased for Sabriel, in awe (for better or for worse) at the display. The moment is just that kind of a moment.]
Sabriel! You have, twice over, made me the luckiest man in all of Skyhold! This will be a night of which songs are written, truly!