"There are more options than that," he says softly, his voice gentle. There is always another option, another way. A mage can learn control, even the most weak minded mage could learn. He had seen it in Tevinter. Perhaps he could teach a few things more here. "Well, as long as everyone else is aware as you are."

"I can smell it on you and the other Templars," he says, tapping the side of his nose with a finger. "I don't hear anything from it but it doesn't smell right. It's... rotted, I guess is the best way to say it, it smells wrong. You smell rather nice."