"I'm afraid the fact that I'm a southern templar has already sealed that deal, well before anything I could say or how I could say it." His reaction amuses him more than it should. He's prickly enough that he can provoke him without tremendous effort. It's a switch from being the one people usually rib, not something he'll take too far or abuse. He doesn't want genuine anger.

"Then get in some practice while I get in some rest. After everyone is done eating, I'll have to brief them anyway." He glances out past Dorian and smiles again. There's no good in the smugness of it.

"Third plate for Guardsman Hendyr. I'll take that coin when you come by it."