"All you have taught her is not to be caught- and that is a lesson she has learned well. My concern lies less with what prompted it and more that you thought you had the right to drag an elf from their bed and put them to manual labor as though they were one of you Tevinter slaves." Now a knife made an appearance, a thin, sharp blade that he used to trim his nails, voice even and droll.

Glimmering in the light as he picked at the rough edges (there were few) of his nails. Clearly his cuticles needed an oiling. "That is not your place."