Adasse gave him the lazy kind of smirk that stated that he knew his friend was annoyed by the teasing -- and it was well worth it. Especially since he knew how easily Haelan would snag him later all on his own.

Names were just that, names. Adasse worried more about chairs, daggers and if they were really up shit's creek, an apostate.

And if he was going to be honest? He sort of liked it like that. They were all in the same city, living the same lives, but only in the pub was there any kind of equal footing.

Coco chittered from inside of Adasse's shirt, and he smirked down at the nug, patting his nose. "Troublemaker."

Then he's following hand over hand, letting Haelan pull him to his feet. Breathing deep, smelling the salt air and the fish. It was better than Dark Town. Another elbow. "Calling you twiggy, knock-knees. At least I'm filled in."

Another smirk, and then a push. "Of course I can. Haven't you ever heard of a coquette? All the rage in Orlais."