"My name? Lady Adelaide LeBlanc of Comté Loire, Enchanter of the White Spire, Councilor of the Inquisition's Magi, Vexed Sister, and I have had enough of your self-important posturing, you pompous fop." The tip of her sword flits from the hollow of Tim's throat to resting between his lips. Clearly she has read one too many of Varric's novels, spent far too much time considering Martel's brief (and vague) discussions of the importance of theatrics in intimidation- and when to not. (The answer more often than not is to not and let your presence speak for you. It's a sentiment she can appreciate later.) "Speak plainly or I take your tongue. Have I made myself clear?"

He will be granted a single opportunity to speak and to say something of use before-

Well.

She hasn't considered actually needing to follow through with the threat. Should Timmy give a sign that yes, he understands and will cooperate? The sword tip flicks back to his throat.