[He hums like that's a very tough call to make, rocking slightly on his heels.]

It would be extremely satisfying to clock a templar upside the head one day, should the opportunity ever present itself. [a beat. He tries to keep the curling smile off his face and fails.] Oh, and you're tolerable, I suppose.

[He steps back so that his spine is ramrod straight, affecting the familiar Ferelden salute he picked up with the Wardens, his right fist laid flat against his heart.]

All right, you've convinced me. Where do we start?