That was a long silence. Alistair had returned to looking at the water—outright kneeling in it, now, because he is after a shell and doesn't care about getting wet, and because, with no idea why Cade was asking in the first place, it seemed most reasonable to decide he was asking for a stupid reason and had realized it in time to stop himself—and the completion of the question makes him pause and slowly look up.

"Nnno," he says. (He is not Zevran, or anyone else who would make an inappropriate joke here. Cade is welcome.) "Not for me. Maybe for her. But it isn't as if she wears a sign that says ASK ME ABOUT MY SHEM around Orlais. Why?"