[The thought of Templars running around without breeches is a good one, and she gets the first wide smile of the evening.]

I'll try that next time one comes at me. And you're close, but I've no need to drink. Seduced, certainly. To get out of a fight? Generally the people who come after me are the ones I least want to seduce.

[He swirls his drink in his cup.]

Mm. How about... Never have I ever been so drunk I threw up on a qunari?

[That's a distinct possibility here, really.]