Had Beleth been literally anyone else, any of Varric's other friends, he would not have read into that gesture. As it was, she was a bard and trained under Leliana. She knew exactly what she was doing...even if she seemed a little uneasy about it--shit, she was being earnest. Varric was flattered, almost instantly, and regarded the hand on his arm with a look of mild surprise.

"Well, I'm always available if you need a hand," Varric replied back and settled his gloved hand atop hers on his arm. Beleth was a little more bold, in general, than most of the women who flirted with Varric. He opted for a more tailored approach. "Or just a few fingers maybe?"

If he'd been drinking wine, he probably would have spat some of it out at that suggestion and his roguish grin nearly cracked as he chuckled.

"Shit you can't just go surprise flirting with me, Beleth, that's no fair. I haven't even been lulled into an easy stupor by the wine.

"You're not messing with me, right?"