Vivienne: Do say whatever you're thinking, darling. If you hold it in any longer your face will split apart.
Varric: No, no, I don't want to bother you.
Vivienne: It's your face.
Varric: It's just... I was wondering how you got your nickname: 'Madame De Fer.'
Vivienne: It was bestowed by a Marquis, sadly no longer with us.
Varric: Alright, that's a good one. I'm writing that down for later.
Vivienne: Am I to understand that you... are writing a book about me?
Varric: Well, it's just notes right now.
Vivienne: What kind of book is it?
Varric: I was planning on a political thriller: some backstabbing, power grabbing, maybe a murder or two. The Winter Palace was kinda inspiring and uh... apparently I got plenty of readers there. I've never really done an Orlesian serial. It's a gamble but, you never know.
Vivienne: And what role do I play in this thriller of yours?
Varric: Actually, *nervous laughter* you're the villain.
Vivienne: *laughs*
Varric: Alright, how much trouble am I in for this book?
Vivienne: Don't be ridiculous, darling. Why would you be in trouble?
Varric: For the villain thing?
Vivienne: Not at all! I find it delightful.
Varric: Seriously?
Vivienne: My dear, if I didn't want for people to fear me, I wouldn't dress like this. The book is perfect.