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“'Let's wear those nice new dresses for this trip', she says. 'We could really get some tongues wagging', she says.” Sophia the Dovakhiin says sarcastically.
“I presumed that the volcanic region of Morrowind would be, you know, hot!” Serana responds.
“Well it's not, is it? And I'm freezing my tits off here!”
“Really? I'm fine.”
“Well you're a bloody vampire!”
“Ugh, not the vampire conversation again... I am not getting a cure, okay?”
“But Serana...”
“Look. We like each other, that's pretty clear, but to cure myself for a passing fancy of a few decades, when I've potentially got all of the future to look forward to? After everything I've been through? Come on!”
“Oh...”
“Well what did you expect? That I'd just throw it all away for love?” Serana says, quite cynically.
“So you do love-”
“I don't want to talk about this any more.” Serana interrupts coldly.
“Tsk, you never do.”
“My father didn't control me or tell me what to do, neither will you.”
“Oohhh.” Sophia says knowingly.
“What?”
“Oh nothing... just all making sense now...”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don't. Now make yourself useful and convince that guy over there to part with his warm looking fur coat, 'seductive vampire girl'. Looks big enough for two as well. We could get downright cosy.”
“Hm! Only because I want to make sure you're okay in this cold. I still need you alive to finish what we started with my father.”
“And because you love me.” Sophia teases.
“Oh do shut up.”