[The pause makes him wonder for a cringing moment if he's gotten it wrong and made a bit of a fool of himself, but...no, that's the voice he remembers, or more specifically the tone he remembers, and he laughs with surprise and delight. He's always been one to wear his heart on one mailed sleeve, rendering the armor all but useless.]

I'd never. That's Rick's job, the bastard. What are you doing here? And for the Maker's love, why'd you come through Orlais?