James shrugged his shoulders, "Apparently I have an attractive posterior. Who knew?"

He nodded his head, his mouth twisting into a grim smile, "Soldiers. Prison wardens. Murderers and torturers ... " He sighed softly, as he looked back up to Skyhold. "Or just a different kind of prisoner. I have not yet decided. I just know - now - that as the mages are changing, we should too."

One corner of his mouth lifted, as he continued to gaze upwards, "Is it wrong, to hold onto a little idealism? I am not sure what it is, but ... if this place can stand, so can we. We can all be rebuilt here.."