[Varric leans back in his chair again once the offering is accepted, watching the little bat nibble. Fussy leans down and rubs his exoskeleton against Varric's jaw, and Varric scratches the little guy between the plates.]

I wouldn't have made it half as far as I have if I couldn't play to my audience.

[Always humble. Kind of.]

I've been purposefully vague on what kind Bianca's counterpart is, though. I guess I just haven't found one that reminds me of her yet.