Adawolfe flirts and Anders' mind scrambles to find a way to meet or deflect it, but it's proven futile when the other mage does it himself. At least he wasn't the only one who didn't know what to do with that, it made moving on from the subject easier.

He squints at the label himself, his expression matching Hawke's tone in confusion. "I'm not certain either, honestly, it doesn't look like how you just said it but I wouldn't know." He shrugs and looks to Hawke instead. "What does 'Ti-quilla' taste like anyhow?" He knew he was butchering the world, but he said it with a smirk to let on how intentional it was.

If you were going to name your drink something preposterous, be prepared to be ridiculed.