[ Noh-Varr stiffens at the words make you mine, but tries immediately to shrug it off. ]
Dinner for two sounds good. As long as you don't forget I'm mine first.
[ He's trying not to be prickly, because he can't expect Garrus to just magically be able to tell when something's sensitive--instead he stands, offering his hand. ] You belong to you, Garrus Vakarian. I belong to me. If I ever want to change that--[ he shrugs. ]--I'll let you know.
[ He makes it clear with his tone that, despite being initially ruffled, he's not upset. In fact, he may or may not be looking forward to that date. ]
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Dinner for two sounds good. As long as you don't forget I'm mine first.
[ He's trying not to be prickly, because he can't expect Garrus to just magically be able to tell when something's sensitive--instead he stands, offering his hand. ] You belong to you, Garrus Vakarian. I belong to me. If I ever want to change that--[ he shrugs. ]--I'll let you know.
[ He makes it clear with his tone that, despite being initially ruffled, he's not upset. In fact, he may or may not be looking forward to that date. ]