Finch smiles back, reflexive — outside the joke, and trying to pretend otherwise. That this is better money than he's ever seen, well. Marcoulf will know that, or he won't. And neither of those needs to hear it.

"I'm not fighting, am I. Maybe I'll get rich for peace." Now there's a joke for them both. "Is it... how d'you know you're supposed to be here?"

Isn't Orlais in the middle of a war, again?