"The dalish one is snobby to everyone," she says, on the uncharitable evidence of Beleth's increasing strain in dealing with what she'd clearly not anticipated being quite so complicated a task - Margaux still laughs, sometimes, when she remembers that her insincere suggestion made the cut to be voted upon. "Tilt your head."

She'll tilt it for him, that's fine, can't be sure a man this far into his cups is going to understand things like 'directions'. Taking them, or, like, up vs down.

And then, thoughtfully, "I am much bigger than you this minute," because she likes word games just fine.