At the sudden turn of the subject, Adrienne surfaced from her thoughts in a deep blush. Was she in love with someone? Yes, a man with honey coloured eyes. A man, when she was just a girl but it didn't matter. Then again, the love she spoke of was more than kisses and words. And still she struggled to meet Orion's intense gaze. What about love was do hard to convey? "It was more of a theory than anything...but yes, I suppose I am....and I have been." Amidst her soft words there was the wondering of why, why indeed was she divulging such things to this stranger? What a wonderfully odd exchange.
So far, it was just to her liking, aside from the morbidity the talk of love and death seemed to instill in them both.. Even the pout on his face as he protested the new nickname was not entirely uplifting.
"You don't like it? Good, then that's fair, isn't it Orion? I don't like Princess, you don't like Birdy, everyone loses, huzzah!" she rambled, her tongue far looser and tone far more morbid that it should have been. Both the ale and the dead friends rearing the respective ugly and attractive heads.
Rumours, rumours, what rumours would this start? None, she hoped, as she was not Adrienne l'Angewyn, and had managed to convince several informants that Hex was a Ferelden woman with dark brown hair and a scar in a certain place. How long would it last, though? As long as her ale, recently refilled by her fine new friend, perhaps. Rumours were a sullen subject.
Naturally, she smiled despite herself. Despite the strange rumours she put to rest, and words of her newfound companion. "I continue to disappoint, did I not warn you of the unimaginative truth? Indeed I have a cause, I fight against oppression. Preaching doesn't make one any friends, and as you have so observed, I like making dangerous friends. Less so to the enemies, but that can't be avoided," Hex mused, absentmindely twisting a strand of her golden hair as her gaze drifted for a moment. "And for the record, it's really more curiosity and opportunity. Than temptation." In the last sentence her eyes snapped back to the pools of darkness that were his own. Adrienne certainly didn't want what she was beginning to think that he thought she wanted. Or was he simply toying with her? As previously addressed, she could never tell. Was the innocence not clear as daylight in those ocean eyes? Even in the half light of the dying night. Amidst the coo of the lethargic bard. Some things never changed.
What did this assassin know of playing with fire? A lot, Adrienne had gathered, perhaps more than she. Well not literally, perhaps, as the Mage had played with a slight bit of fire but in other ways, Orion seemed more cut out for it. With a swig and a sigh, she replied. "Yes, I know, play with the Chantry and you end up with a dead Templar in a tavern room," she finally confessed to her dirty secret, her voice low as she leant closer to her companion. Closer than decency would hazard, for the moment of her speech before pulling back. She wasn't really thinking straight, her brain was in fact beginning to swim in words and fog. "But some things can't be helped. It's my duty to see these things through, my calling," again, she trailed off. Carefully listening to whatever else this man had to say. Each word, she weighed with her tipsy analysis, and replied as she could.
"Your pretty neck as as safe as Hex's," Did I just call him pretty? "Those who know my face often forget they'd seen it, and you'll find my alias is attributed to many descriptions. It's the girl behind the mask that has to worry. And you needn't concern yourself with her," she rambled, her mouth to brain and vice versa filter suffer degradation via the ingestion of alcoholic substances. A dreadful business really. The lovely lightweight didn't know what to do with herself.
At least his shockingly arrogant words made her giggling. Hex thought it all an act, of course, which it could have well been. Although was that observation intelligence or naivety?
"Oh, it isn't difficult to 'capture my fancy', all one needs is a good story. Or a decent splash of mystery. You have both, it's fascinating, how can I resist to ask?" she explained her reasoning with another small laugh, feeling a little warm and at ease. A certain face forgotten.
A slight blush crossed her cheeks as he spoke the last few words. Beautiful eyes? The eyes she saw in the mirror didn't seem so beautiful. Orion however, he was definitely handsome, but devilishly so? To be demonically handsome could not possibly be a good thing, could it?
Instead of a quip or some naive way of speaking, she met his words with a thoughtful gaze and eager ear, drinking in all he had to offer and filing it away. It wasn't much at all, but more than she'd expected! Fascination overtook, as well as opportunity.
A smile danced across her face. "Fascinating," she said, almost involuntarily. "Well, I've no desire to inebriate you further for the sake of information. It can be dangerous for people in deadly professions to get talking, and I'd hate to ruffle anyone's feathers," she said with a smile despite herself. Ale, was definetly not a good thing. Nor were loose tongues. Or misfiring wordplay disasters. "Oh do pardon the pun, it wasn't intentional."
Even with the ale swimming around her mind, Hex could see an opportunity for resolution. For trouble. For mutual benefit. Having a Crow on her good side? It was all making sense, all the pieces clicking in her brain. And this talk of boredom...
"Well, this may be the ale talking, but if you ever do get bored, I could use a man of your skill to help deal with a certain Carta problem," she offered a suggestion. It was becoming far too suspicious, all the bodies burned and frozen, death by magic. Of any kind the Templars could suspect. The Underground dealing with the Carta was hindering them more than it helped. "As for payment, rest assured my funds are sufficient...More than any enemy I'd send you after, after hearing your terms." Adrienne rambled ever so slightly, expressing the good-bad-good idea that had clicked in her mind. How fascinating, how interesting, this dark night and dark eyed stranger were. "And I could always tell Corff, your drinks are on me...but that doesn't make me your princess!"
Had she given enough of a taste to reel him it? Not that the baiting was intentional. Just Hex being Hex.