Even a lack of dramatics can be a clue. There are those mages who revile Tevinter, those who admire it, those who are suspicious of blood magic and necromancy... so many possible responses to consider, but Detlef does not seem troubled at all. That is nice, she thinks, for Dorian's sake if nothing else.

"I suspect you might be right."

She cracks a very slight smile. "Their noses. It takes a lot of personality to have such a spectacular nose and such perky little ears." Perhaps he has seen the odd nug scuttling around Skyhold, though it seems unlikely. For the most part Schmooples, Morrinug and Nugistair are around the Rookery and her quarters, and she had never even heard of nugs before she ventured to the Deep Roads.

Curious, again.