Alistair looks up, at last, and shapes a halfhearted smile before returning his attention to the jar. He drinks, waits until the churning in his stomach backs down, drinks a little more.

"So," he says, wry, "as you continue building up Skyhold, would there happen to be some more isolated quarters available? I'd hate to wake up the whole Inquisition with my screaming six times a night. Terrible for morale."