The Heart Of A True Tevinter

9

After a bit of thought, I decided that taking action might be a bit more fun. I slowly and gently began to inch my foot increasingly closer to Dorian's. Once within range, I gave him a subtle kick to the shin. He didn't seem to notice, so I tried again using a bit more force, but again to no avail. I wasn't giving up. One more time I thought, full power. One more kick, full power right below the knee and I had finally gotten a rise out of him. "Do you mind," he responded in a quite obviously agitated whisper. "Aha! So the cat had finally decided to release your tongue now, did he?" My father was evidently regretting the fact that he somehow failed to see this coming. "If you have something to say, get on with it will you?" The increased volume and agitation remaining in the young Tevinter's snappy reply made the upcoming situation inevitable. "I was merely attempting to get you to talk!" It was my turn to raise my voice. "And you thought that the best way to go about it would to plan an aggressive game of one sided footsie?!" We had finally reached a shouting volume it seems. The constant warning stares now apparent from both Lord Halward and my father only emphasized their disapproval of such a disgraceful display, by their own children nonetheless..