"An eye," Alistair echoes, quiet but unmistakably (and inappropriately) tickled. An eye, because he just has the one, right? Get it?

Not the time. He knows.

"I don't suppose you could negotiate a ceasefire for now," he says. "It's not in their interest to have that Corypheus fellow running around and these rifts open all over Thedas, either. Surely."