D'Artagnan smiles at the sight of the knife, which clearly means he won that argument in spite of Bene's protestations.

"I'd wager they do, after today." All of this posturing would sound a lot better if he'd actually won anything. He didn't. "Anyway, if you're so worried..."

He pulls off one of his gloves, revealing the faint green glow of his rifter shard. That'll solve their problems; if anyone looks this way, the green is all they'll see. No one would look to a rifter to find a Tevinter spy.

"Satisfied?"