On the bright side, Alaina has totally seen worse. He's not Corypheus, for one thing. Or a red templar. Or any number of crazy abominations. That and he's been pretty nice so far. Alaina likes to think she has a good sense for that kind of thing, but, well, who really knows?

Taking his finger, she shakes it with both hands for a little extra formality as well as humor. "You've gotta tell me where you train. I'd love to get some more muscle going."

Says the woman who swings around a battleaxe.

"I'm kind of saving the world right now," she admits. "Inquisitor Trevelyan, Herald of Andraste, at your service."

Yes, she fully expects that to mean something to him. Oops?