The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[The Iron Bull]

"So... So Zevran was right? Missy Dick bought him by way of his kid on you?" Bull asks, voice just as low even if it carries farther. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cedric nods, shuddering. "There's more. Remember that trade school I founded? She's the one that tipped off Red Dawn about how to get into the dorms."

[The Iron Bull]

Bull gapes at him, hand fumbling briefly for a hold to steady himself. "Bu-- But that's-- She promised you that--" That was what you asked for, for your ten year anniversary gift. Why would she..?

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Fuck if I know. She doesn't trade slaves, but she apparently deals with slavers. I guess that doesn't count as 'anything to do with slaves', to her," he snarls. 

[The Iron Bull]

"Elfshit!" Bull agrees, scowling. "She's as twisty with a deal as any devil but not with you normally. The hell crawled up her ass and died?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I keep telling you and Cindy, she's not that fucking admirable. She's just good at lying. Well, now there's proof. She won't hurt the girls, Cindy says, but she'd sell one? She won't deal with slaves to appease us but she clearly does."

[The Iron Bull]

"Hey, I never called her admirable. Said I respect her skills, sure, even admitted she's got some good traits and such, but as a whole person?" Bull snorts loudly. "I call her Missy Dick and variations on bitch all the time for a reason ya knon."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"You two act like she has honor. She doesn't." He takes a deep breath, letting it out. "Sorry. I know you know better. But Cindy has been on my nerves lately."

[The Iron Bull]

Bull offers a strained smile. "It's fine, Ced. I get it." He snorts then, adding, "and she's got Honor, I'm sure. Dignity, Reverence and Decency too, every week at Mister Charm's Pleasure Palace." He smiles widens a bit, though it heads towards smirk as it does. "Or how about; she's got honor a plenty! Bought fresh from a devil just this past Terraday. Maybe, she's got honor and you know it. Oh wait, did you say honor or 'it on-her?' How about--"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Stop," he chuckles. "Ugh. You're terrible, Bull. Terri-bull."

[The Iron Bull]

Bull pats him gently on the head. "Hare hare, Cedd,, just bear with it and keep marching fawnward. There's got to be a wren to my bassive store of puns."

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cedric swats at him playfully. "Alright! Enough!"

[The Iron Bull]

"So what you're say is that I'm the dicktor?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I'll give you dicktor," he quips, then launches himself at Bull, tackling the bigger man to the ground and straddling him. He leans down to the shirtless bodyguard and begins tickling him mercilessly. 

[The Iron Bull]

Bull lets out a girlish squeal, writhing away from Cedric's fingers. Not the distraction Bull had been angling for but it certainly seems to have pushed Cedric's rage down from frothing hatred.