[It's a bit unexpected that she does take his elbow but, hey, Varric is nothing if not a gentleman. If you've heard different, well, why are you talking to pirates and cartel members? Go home kid.

He lets the narration slide, more out of habit than anything resembling conscious choice. He does enough self narrating that he knows what he ought to and ought not know.]

Can't say I ever had an afternoon stroll knee deep in another dragon's guts, but I've certainly seen enough of them with their guts on the outside.

[He shrugs.]

I have a lot of friends with large, sharp swords and...well, wouldn't you know it? They all have a penchant for pissing off flying lizards. Bad luck, right?