"Shame, then, because they offered whatever they could carry out of the cheese shop down the way." Alistair shakes his head, sadly. "And you know ants can carry quite a lot. But -- "

He gently prods Cullen's chest.

"I said, 'no, no, not even for all the cheese in Orlais would I hand over my love.' Might have struck a dramatic pose while I was at it. Sunlight at just the right angle and everything."