[Ah, there it is. He crossed his arms once again, fingers tapping against a muscled bicep. This was hardly the place to discuss politics. The sun was shining and a snide grass monster was making murder eyes at both him and his new companion. He should be wooing this man by now. Maker knew he'd managed to do more with less time.]

[But then, that was what had caused this whole mess, wasn't it?]

That, then. [A sigh escaped him.] Surely you know we Tevinters are beyond that Circle mess. It's not the right way of doing things. Take it from me, locking people up and expecting them to not yearn for what is explicitly forbidden will only cause problems.

[Why did he bring that up? Maker, why did he bring that up. He shook his head.]

So perhaps I sympathize. Killing a Revered Mother? Perhaps a touch overkill but... it would have happened sooner or later. And if it had happened later well... I wouldn't be looking at such a dashing man, now would I?