Lavellan: Solas, what big eyes you have!
Raptor Solas: (Jerks head back and forth, kind of like a chicken, but more primal. Like a PRIMAL CHICKEN!)
Lavellan: Oh! (Hides smile behind hands. Looks demurely at the ground.) What nice, shiny skin you have!
Raptor Solas: (cocks head to the side. Also like a chicken, but you know, more feral-like. Like a feral, wolf-chicken, oh wait, a sexy, feral, wolf-chicken. He claws at the ground with his muscular limbs, his dewclaw shining in the moonlight.)
Lavellan: What strong claws you have! (Takes one of his three formidable, curved claws into her hand and sighs.)
Raptor Solas: SCREEEEEEEECH! (He holds back his head and lets out a bone-shaking roar; his white, serrated teeth glittering. The sound penetrates into Lavellan's very soul--her very being. His roar may have sounded inarticulate to others, but all she heard was, "VHENAAAAAAAN!")