"Aye, I've talked with the Marquis about some of the same things. He's not so bad so long as you've got tales of beasties to tell him about."

Having those has saved him from a good deal of questions about if he's a demon and if he fought demons while falling through the rift, and that's probably for the best, all things considered. He's more than a little tired of being compared to one, and if he actually opens his mouth and says something about that it likely won't do the Inquistion's reputation any favors - or the Rifters, for that matter. Luckily he doesn't have to dwell on that for long, as Araceli's dramatics bring out a rather lopsided grin on his end - one that only gets bigger as she goes on.

"Oh, aye, there's always the chance of the odd wee scratch here and there, but I'd imagine there was a point with that parkery-stuff you do where you'd gotten some yourself, dress or no dress. And I reckon that you were all that bothered by that sort of thing, either. Now, keeping skirts or kilts in place so they don't go up quite so far while you're doing that sort of thing...that's a bit trickier."