He leans his head back against the wall with a tired sigh. "I don't know, kadan. Today I know who you are. Tomorrow I might not, and then you'll risk getting hurt."

Maybe it would be easier for Cyril to take him down while fighting, though maybe it would feel better for them both. Taas knew how dangerous he was, though. He'd rather go peacefully.

"We don't have the luxury to waffle on these things, I suppose. Right now I have enough mind to resist the song, but I'm also a big man. You can't dispose of my body by yourself." Perhaps they should wait until they had more hands for that. At the same time...

"...but I might lose my nerve before then."

Slowly, stiffly and pained the qunari stands up on his feet, grunting at the movement pulls on his crystal-edged wounds.