He would, was the thing. He would lie to flatter or lie to disarm or lie to seduce if it suited him; but with most he had met in Skyhold? It would not suit him. Perhaps this honesty thing was not so terrible if it coaxed out such lovely smiles; if being him rather than what he assumed the other person to want led to a deeper understanding.

Or perhaps it was all a pit of sentiment and vulnerability best avoided.

He was reluctant to throw himself deeper into it, to be honest, but- he did not need to think on it. Merely listen to the lilt and life of Nari's voice as she spoke of home and spoke of the plains. To learn something simply because one wished to do so; that was something he knew to be precious. Too much of what he knew was for the sake of survival.

"On occasion speaking greatly and saying nothing, but meaning everything is a valuable skill." He picked through the refrain. "I have learned to speak as a gull and as a Crow, as one of the many fine caged songbirds kept by the Ladies of Antiva. But...finding my own voice has ever been more difficult, though far more worthwhile. Even if I still borrow their music from time to time."

After a moment he shifted into a warmer, lighter tune, one he'd heard in a Dalish Camp ten years ago. The meaning was lost on him but the melody was lovely. "Quite. I've had songs and stories and a few dances, and making up my mind will be something of a challenge."