Isabela/Aveline banter.
Hawke: Can't you two just get along?
Aveline: This is us getting along. Isn't that right, whore?
Isabela: That's right, man-chin.
A: Bargain harlot.
I: Carrot head.
A: Scurvy tramp
I: Frigid bear sow.
A: Wine soaked pearl diver.
I: Bull-neck.
A: Strumpet.
I: Griffin lips.
A; Poxy tart.
I: Guardswoman.
A: See? We love each other.
They may snipe at each other, but they they know it's more endearing than insulting.
