"Well if she has a baby in enough time. D'you think rich noble girls are the only ones getting all the right lessons to snare rich men?" The snort is too soft, too sad. At least he's known the ones that managed to join the Carta instead of ending up worse places or dead, though they tend to say that dead is better than some places and Yngvi goes with them because he's not really in a place to disagree on that account is he now?

"I never had that. I was always Kirkwall. Me and Gunnar, we were definitely always Kirkwall, not a bit of us knew a bit of shine from Orzammar unless we were taking it out of there to put it to better use for ourselves or we were doing a job. Oldtimers knew it, lot of them, but you know how many mothers and fathers I've got since I'm pedigreed. I'm a Tamassran's wet dream." A Tamassran's worst nightmare but don't ruin that for him, he wants to hold onto one day presenting his mess of a life to a proper one and watching her crumble just so he can solve the Qunari invasion. This is his dream. "Asher was smart."

That remark he allows to hang there for a minute or two. Fond and aching and awful.

"Asher didn't like folk knowing he was smart, bad for business for them to know he was smart. He was slower picking that one up than any of the rest of us but he had a cushier life at first than the rest of the strays he got." And that's not some cheap shot at Asher because he'd have been the first one to admit it compared to his little band so Yngvi doesn't know why he feels bad when it comes out.

So anyway, circling back around, all mock-innocence because what do you think he's easy? "Excuse me? Did I miss something or are you confusing me with another dwarf because that's hurtful, and you should know better, what were we literally just discussing?"