Alistair—speaking of boyish charm—screws his face up and ducks his head in fake protest, simultaneously smiling and fairly obviously pleased at the attention. He's so pleased that he manages not to crumble like a dry leaf when Bull and Dorian are mentioned. He keeps smiling. If it's subdued, verging on sad—he did say he was tired.

And it isn't insincere. Like he said, they'd be lucky to have Zevran complicate things. And from what he's heard (mostly via Sera picking on them), they might have enough rope and ideas to sustain his interest.

"Yes, yes," he says. "Important Inquisition business, I'm sure. Go on. Have fun."