"Maybe that's how it works in your head," He reaches out to slap that exact head, though the cuff it too toothless to catch more than hair, "Besides, Sina's beautiful enough for anyone."

Lifty tones, those, and very loyal. Sorrel hasn't changed a bit; and even if he had, there's a joke in this that would be spoiled if he gave even an inch off the bit.

"What about it, then? How has the Inquisition life been treating you?"