...is that why she cornered me to ask if I'd slipped past her in the night?

[ All stern eyes and thin frowns, glowering at him for having the audacity to seduce the young templar and bastard prince. It'd be something from terrible romance stories, to be certain, and much as he had made a few attempts? He'd stopped by the in favor of courting Wynne's favor.

Apparently he hadn't been paying enough attention. ]

If you must. I cannot think of any reason why you might.

[ He arches his feet in Alistair's hands, sighing quietly. ]