This is probably the point where Lyna would start grinning, if she were here. Alistair can't help it: he grins a little, too, like he's about to let the dragon-sized bug in on a little secret.

(Though...seriously, when he started thinking about dragons, that was not the Maker's cue to churn out a spider the same size as one. Dammit.)

"No, it's all right," he says, quite pleasantly. "Come closer, get a better look, here -- "

And in one swift motion, he slashes both daggers across the spider's eyes.