"Well, well! Royalty before my very eyes." Kaisa strolled on over to Iskandar, eye-catching in her own right with her very...unique costume, if you could call it that. She has a mug of ale in her hand, which she raises to him with a wide grin, giving him a slightly tipsy mock-bow.

"Hail to the King, huh?" And with that, she plops down--not on his lap, but next to him. He still gets a friendly swat on the arm, though. "Andraste's ass, look at you. You're as tall as some of the qunari running around here. You're a rifter, right?" She takes a break in her chatter to glance at his hand, and to possibly breathe, before going right back at it. "You gotta tell me, man. Do they make 'em like you standard where you're from, or did you really just drink a shitload of milk an' eggs as a kid?"