You are too kind, [ he demurs, ] and I quite enjoy the Lady's landscaping.

[ he matches the span of his steps to hers, and glances over (and down) at her. ]

Well. [ he can indeed follow that through to a conclusion. ] I suspect the Chantry is fond of it. Is it as restricted as lyrium?

[ either that or they grow it by the bushel. no one in thedas does things by half measure, and it is not difficult for him to consider the solutions as he would have implemented them, were he in charge. he is slow and exacting as he mulls over this new truth. ]