Well Adasse could say that would be the same for any girl whacky enough to go for a baby-faced brat ... but he only ever would in mocking. Someone was going to find out what a great man Haelan was going to become, and Adasse would shove him at every cute girl who looked back until they found her.

The Maker's there, that much Adasse knows. He's just not entirely certain whose side the Maker is on, at this point. Between Evelina being killed by the Templars and the Chantry being blown up by some mage, sort of seems like the Maker can't make up His damned mind. Adasse knew how much it had hurt Haelan to lose the Chantry sisters - it hurt him just as much to lose his parents first, then Evelina. Maybe the Maker just didn't have time to look out for the hapless orphans.

"Take what you deserve." Adasse said piously, even as he's grinning and the laughter is bubbling out of him at the continued accent. Immediately though, his gaze sweeps over the bar and finds the darkest table in the darkest corner available. "You're a hot load of it, that's what you are, Serah." He put his arm around Haelan's in turn, grinning ear from ear. "Come on, I want to get good and buzzed."