"Why do I not believe you." Still- he wants to be rid of the mud and rid of the elf, so he lifts his hands away and stands. Steps back to give himself some breathing room, give Beleth her privacy and begin scraping the mud from his face and hair. It's everywhere, ground into his shirt, his vest, all over his boots. This is what he gets for fighting down his reflexes in the middle of a fight- but then there would be a corpse in the mud several times over instead of an irritable, irritating Dalish elf.

No sense of self preservation. No sense of caution.

It'll get him killed. And if the Maker was kind? He would be the only one to die of his foolishness.