@0    = ~"Are you celibate", indeed. Really, Faren? Are you so uncultured that you can't stand to honey your words a little?~
@1    = ~Can't fault a guy for trying, though, can you?~
@2    = ~No, indeed one can't.~
@3    = ~Is that a leer? It is, isn't it? Haha!~
@4    = ~You're getting mighty friendly with our Bhaalspawn pal, aren't you? Good on you - you could use a bit of fun.~
@5    = ~Hmm. Here I was expecting glares and glowers from our favourite hired sword - or whatever it is you do.~
@6    = ~Come on, we're adults here. It's <CHARNAME>'s choice, isn't it? I mean, you've got your - uh, your assets, which are pretty damn fine, and I've got...~
@7    = ~...the quickest hands I've seen in a while - and believe me, I've seen a few.~
@8    = ~Exactly. May the best one win.~
@9    = ~That phrase always sounds so dreadfully sports-related, doesn't it?~
@10   = ~You both seem remarkably equable about this situation.~
@11   = ~Do you mind not talking about me as if I'm not here?~
@12   = ~Well, you know how it is, <CHARNAME>. Don't want any fuss going on, here.~
@13   = ~Not even a little fuss? I wouldn't want to hurt dear <CHARNAME>'s masculine pride.~
@14   = ~Well, I've made a decision. Faren, I'd rather be with you than with Ninde.~
@15   = ~In that case - Ninde, I want to get to know you better, not Faren.~
@16   = ~You don't know what you're missing. Don't come crying to me when this one runs out of steam, Bhaalspawn.~
@17   = ~Hey, Ninde, I didn't--~
@18   = ~Oh - well, thank you, I guess.~
@19   = ~You have fun, Ninde. Hope you enjoy him.~
@20   = ~Oh, don't look so downcast, honeybunch. "May the best one win", as you say.~
@21   = ~Barkeep! 'nother two glasses of your finest, over here.~
@22   = ~Oh, these places are simply dreadful for service.~
@23   = ~Godsdamn, Ninde, how are you still even standing?~
@24   = ~Composure, darling, composure. Don't quaff like that: you just sniff, like so, and swirl, and then...~
@25   = ~Mmm, strawberries, and an overtone of...~
@26   = ~Uh-huh. That's wine, right there. Definitely wine.~
@27   = ~Oh, Faren, you're so delightfully rustic. Go and bother that little servingman for some more, would you?~
@28   = ~So tell me, was it your mother who was moneyed or your father?~
@29   = ~Oh, don't gawp at me like that. It's unbecoming. There's a touch of breeding about you - buried under all that bravado, but it is there, and I would know where it originates.~
@30   = ~Well, my mother was the daughter of some landowner over by Trademeet, if that's what you're asking. But she never really talked to them after she and my father got married.~
@31   = ~A pity. Even such provincial connections could be...~
@32   = ~Valuable?~
@33   = ~You read me like an open book, Faren. We shall have to speak about this again...~
@34   = ~Shar damn this Bhaalspawn to the Hells, can we not have a break?! My shoes will be ruined if we continue another minute!~
@35   = ~You having a problem there? You know, if you didn't wear such impractical...~
@36   = ~Not you as well! I refuse to wear those horrible...THINGS you call footwear. It's a crime against common decency, and taste, and - aaaagh!~
@37   = ~Put me down this instant!~
@38   = ~Nope. Not if I have to listen to you moaning all <DAYNIGHT>.~
@39   = ~Hmph. Well. I would prefer a palanquin, but I suppose you'll have to do.~
@40   = ~I'm not - too heavy for you, am I?~
@41   = ~Hells, no. Light as a feather.~
@42   = ~Oh, Faren, you may have your rough edges - well, you mostly are rough edges - but you do know how to charm a girl.~
@43   = ~Heh, I'm glad you think so.~
@44   = ~Oh, and that smile! I'm quite overcome!~
@45   = ~Must you make such a spectacle of yourself, Ninde? Have a little dignity.~
@46   = ~Hahaha! Give her arse a pinch while yer at it, laddie!~
