His conciliatory, casual tone did nothing to pacify her. Cassandra's eyes narrowed in suspicion, and she stepped forward to the now-empty table, looming over him.

"I am in no mood for jokes," she warned him, and then gestured to the door. She was well aware that the entire room was watching, that conversation had died off as soon as she'd called Varric's name and that every eye was on her. She would not have this conversation in front of an audience. "Come with me."