[There's a sense of camaraderie in the shake- of course it will not stand to leave it at that. He dips into a bow and raises her hand to her lips, kissing her knuckles. Much better.]

Mm? Ask anything. I may or may not answer honestly.

[He stands and releases her hand, brow quirked. Then the question. That so serious question.]

Aaah, that. Well. We were set to fight the Blight and correct the wrongs done to the Wardens by Logain until Alistair had the wonderful idea to flee to Orlais and start up a theater troupe. I think he simply wants to hop borders for the cheese.