Korrin just laughs at the shove and sticks her tongue out at him, a perfect picture of repentance. She does as she pleases, just as her hairy Avvar weirdo friend. Mention of his many charms as her rolling her eyes, though she can't deny or regret the past. Why should she, it was just a good way to pass an evening. That last comment gets an amused snort of out her.

"Mal, a Duke? Oh, please. He's almost as allergic to that crap as I am. I know Fereldans are called 'dog lords' but in his case I'm pretty sure it'll never be literal."