Alistair Theirin

No! You first! I try to be polite to grandmothers.

Reverting to harsh language.

Shove over, will you?

Your desire is my command.

You smell great! Is that death you're wearing? It really suits you.

Alright. Who ordered death?

Can't we just say shoo or something?

I think that's a corpse. Looks dead right?

Nothing like with brush with death to make you not like death much.

This part takes forever!

Ummmm... Does this mean I'm in trouble?

Heh! I think we work well together.

I don't know how you can resist me like you do.

Now... if we could move right on past this awkward, embarrassing stage and get right to the steamy bits, I'd appreciate it.

Oh. Ha, ha. Ha. Part of templar training, back at the Chantry. The men were... always getting their socks mixed up.

Yes, but she seems more... "Ooh, pretty colors!" than "Muahaha! I am Princess Stabbity! Stab, kill, kill!"

Remind me not to get injured anywhere near you..

I once had a very large cat, but that's not my point. My point is why are you smirking?

They say you can get anything here. I once got pick-pocketed.

I married an indestructible goddess. I am such a lucky man.