"I see. Well. It doesn't appear to have worked altogether, but valiant effort, all the same." James does not kneel down before the child. Instead, he puts on his best, 'Haughty Holy Look', and while the adorable cherub might want to argue the salient points, he's going to argue a more pithy one, "So this man, instead of giving his money to the poor and the needy - as that wretched beggar was, should be giving you coins to throw into a fountain?"

One elegant eyebrow arched, "Or has Andraste truly left this place?"

The child went from Orlesian indignant - elves weren't people - to a terrified - oh mummy please don't say andraste has left here. "No-no."

"Then I suggest you take what I am sure you consider pocket change, and put it to better use, so the needy feel not the need to steal from your fountains, young lady. And pass that along to your rather negligent parents, as well."