What was that Fenris thinking? That oaf virtually pushed me into duelling the Arishok! Apparently, a mage of my slender frame is considered an appropriate opponent for a guy almost twice as tall and five times as muscular. Casting requires some time and distance, you know? Not that I’ve never been chased by a male with horny looks before, but certainly not before an audience. And none of the guys had such formidable impaling equipment, either.

Oh, now I’ve seen through it: you did it out of jealousy because I dumped you. – Alright, you dumped me, but I would have, anyway, since you refused to show me your tattoos. You conceited hypocrite! You show off in front of other women what you can do with their hearts, and you play shy against my wall. Tss. Anders at least knows what bed is for.