[ The story was compelling enough that everything around him was muted. Pulled into the mystery and the surrounding.. It wasn't anything like he'd read before, and not the predictable drivel that Varric writes. It's only when Bull speaks again that he remembers that he's not alone and his head shoots up, looking at his guest. ]
My apologies, Bull.
[ He closes the book, setting it on the desk and clearing his throat. He takes both their glasses and refills them before resuming his seat. He casts a sidelong glance at the book, his foot bouncing in impatience. He was getting to a good part. ]
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My apologies, Bull.
[ He closes the book, setting it on the desk and clearing his throat. He takes both their glasses and refills them before resuming his seat. He casts a sidelong glance at the book, his foot bouncing in impatience. He was getting to a good part. ]