"No blades, no elbows, not even a well placed knee," he said cheerfully. "I save those negotiation tactics for when I'm wearing armor."

He watched her shift of expression and feigned his best wary look. Even so he wasn't expecting that particular turn. His laughter was as much sputtering as anything else. The red spread up to his ears and hairline. "Honestly? Looking for the nearest window to climb out of before things got...strange. I've heard stories."

He offered her a final bite of the apple. "I suppose I'll have to insist I only work for Fereldans."