It's not often that he's the one getting to someone else. One side of his mouth ticks up. His eyes light with enjoyment. However, he also knows when enough is enough and doesn't keep prodding. There can be a fine line between good natured teasing and outright bullying or browbeating. He doesn't want to cross that line. He likes the man far too much for that.

"I'm impressed. I speak a smattering of Elvish, mostly what I picked up in the Tower from the few Dalish we had there." He doesn't speak enough of it to have a fluent conversation. He merely knows a few words and common phrases.

"We'd never have gotten away with that as recruits." Failure to be disciplined was a one way ticket to home and shame.