[ he watches her eviscerate her pie, eyes up and down with the fork. ]

Is that what this is? 'Faffing'?

[ she cares. he appreciates that. does not appreciate her dragon, but that particular discussion needs to wait. ]

I am afraid I cannot. We—are like unto swans, if you would prefer an elegant comparison. We have one and one only the whole of our lives. I am incapable of having another, and in truth, it would be—difficult. We do not consider our adults to be as much until the hundredth year of their life. I doubt I would find any Dalish of that age who would not break my heart within a few years of committing.