You, the man who definitely isn't a Vint with no real plans who's nonetheless come all the way out of Tevinter here to Kirkwall in search of the Commander of the tower meddling in Venatori business?

[Desidério angles a sidelong look in Gannicus' direction. Bro, come on. It's a little suspect.]

I doubt you'd be the first spy to slither around dressed in [poor choice of words; he amends to,] to pretend to be something they're not.

[But obviously this is all hypothetical.]