"It is a part of your charm." Fereldan charm- Leliana's charm. The two are not quite so interchangeable but he is not about to say which he means, not just yet.

Lucci squeals and reaches with his other hand, flailing fat little fingers to try and grasp those sneaking ones. Oh if only Zevran had time to paint. But he could sketch- and he would. Let Leliana see herself with his boy. Let his boy see the Aunt that struggles as much as his father.

"He is very protective of me. You should have seen the scowls he gave Michel de Chevin when we were still entangled." Past tense. No longer entangled. Alistair's disapproval can be a palpable thing after all. "I know what I want. I know...I am allowed to want such a thing. The uncertainty remains in whether or not I deserve it- or if I am able to keep it. But if it is so worthy a thing, if it is such a gift- why do you have doubts about your scouts? Are they so unable to tell sentiment from sensual indulgence?"