Memory - Trolling Sebastian for being prudish (Act 2)

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Once again, party members get bantering to fill the time while they tail Hawke on her tasks out and about Kirkwall.

Sebastian: Is this getting you any closer to your ship?
Isabela: Huh?
Sebastian: I just... don't understand why you're working with Hawke. You don't seem to care about anything we do. What's keeping you here?
Isabela: Mostly the Blooming Rose. I'm paid up through the end of the year. I'd hate not to use it.
Sebastian: The... brothel?
Isabela: What? Women can't go to brothels, too? You're just not using your imagination. Oh, look! Now you are. You're cute when you're blushing.
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Sebastian: I notice you talk about... vulgar things quite a bit.
Isabela: Do you want me to stop? Do I make you... uncomfortable?
Sebastian: It was just an observation, really.
Isabela: It's a bad habit I picked up, spending years with foul-mouthed pirates. Pirates only care about a small number of very specific things: the sea, strong drink, and booty. Both kinds.
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Sebastian: I used to be like you, you know.
Isabela: You used to be a woman?
Sebastian: No!
Isabela: That explains a lot.
Sebastian: My family put me in the Chantry because I was giving them a bad name. It was the best thing that ever happened to me. I found peace. I found a purpose. Before I came here, I used to be out to all hours, drinking and whoring. I didn't believe in anything except my own pleasure.
Isabela: Why couldn't I have met you then?
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Isabela: All right, let's just get this over with.
Sebastian: A duel?
Isabela: No, the sermon. The finger-wagging, the guilt-trips, telling me how an unexamined life isn't worth living.
Sebastian: I wasn't going to—
Isabela: You weren't? You weren't going to tell me to comfort the needy and give freely of myself?
Sebastian: From what I hear, you already give yourself quite freely.
Isabela: Ooh. You got me there.