Marilaine scoffed, turning around with her hands on her hips and a frown set upon her face when she realized it was another Orlesian elf speaking to her. If he had been a noble, he might have gotten a rather nasty retort. Instead, she just scowled at him for a moment longer.

"Is he a guest or has he come to join the Inquisition." And of course in the unspoken language of those who grew up taught to serve others: How big of an ass is he?