"Flowers? Somehow I didn't peg you for that, thinking that even at a young age you were beating people with your fists and a sword. Wooden obviously." There's a grin on his face as he says that, all jokes and teasing. He can clearly imagine a young Shepard being carefree, another girl who enjoyed picking flowers. It's more to keep things light, already a bit aware of being here in Redcliffe is just a tiny bit overwhelming for her, even if she's trying to pretend that it doesn't.

There's been plenty of shit in his life that he isn't going to judge her for what she does and doesn't tell him about her personal life. He was more vocal about his, and she wasn't. That was fine.