"Very, now that you put it that way. Maybe I ought to put in for a transfer to some little Chantry outpost after all." He smirked. There was no chance in the Void of that.

"No, I will not go away hungry. We worked too hard for those crabs. I would have to make up some wretched excuse for dragging in late before missing out on that breakfast." He wasn't so much teasing about that part, particularly after their fights dockside.

"I'm not in armor." He spread his arms. "I'm lighter on my feet that way. It wouldn't be the first wall I've scaled in Kirkwall. I doubt it'll be the last. I won't turn down a potion, though. Speaking of that..." He reached up and lightly touched the dried blood on her face. "You still have something to tend."