You are so. I can hear it, the way your eyebrows are full of feelings.

[ And the way his lips twist change the shape of his words from the fond 'aw zev' to the sadder 'aw zevran'. He endures the hand, endures the question knowing full well that it out of kindness. Mostly. ]

I was born in a brothel, Alistair. That and how old I was when the Crows bought me is all I know.