Honestly Teren if you knew how bad people taste then you wouldn't go biting them that way, besides, there's the tainted Warden's blood to take into consideration since she would really rather not have a mouthful of that if she can avoid it.

Morrigan almost-smiles, that particular way her mouth lifts up at one corner (if more knew her mother they'd see the resemblance better past the eyes, those things that come from all the years of just one another for companionship) at the answer. "To see a thing for what it is rather than having to step around the boundaries all pretend not to see unless crossed is a tedious thing," she points out since how long did she do that in Orlais; for all that she swept through them, bent them, broke them, she had to know where they were. "There comes a time when you grow tired of playing their games."

Speaking of-- "They would not bite them off? So many grinning skulls after all."