Oh, suck an egg, Haelan. Sooner or later one of them would have to settle down and it wasn't going to be Adasse. He was much better suited to be the amazing and beloved uncle, after all. Of course, right now, all they were looking for was fumbles, so fumbles they would do. Being young did have its advantages.

The Maker's side or the Bad Side. Yes, that seemed about right. Only those with power could make all the matters come out grey, but the ones on the bottom could see it. You had black, you had white, and that was that. Still, here they were, on neither side just yet. So they'd do as they did. Watching out for one another. Even if it was running half-way across the city.

"Pint!" He slapped down on the table, putting his back to the wall. They sat in the darkest corners so Adasse could keep an eye out for trouble - or business - without getting eyed in turn. That, and it did keep people from glowering at his ears ... so.

He sniffled at the bottle, made a face, and then poured himself a full measure. The last made him smirk deeply.

"Oh, probably, but hey, great for a distraction if you call an Orlesian a mother-humping nug lover." He waggled his eyebrows once. Honestly everything he had learned he'd picked up by listening and learning, which was why he knew enough Dalish to be dangerous, and enough Orlesian to know where the good stuff was hidden in the house.