[In another world, Varric might have plucked up Bianca and shoved it into the crotch of whoever saw fit to read over his shoulder. With the crossbow strapped to his back, however, it was far more difficult. Even his mobility was hindered, keeping him from turning around and glowering at the offender.]

[Silver tongue method it was, then.]

You don't strike me as the type of man to even know the definition of irony. [He cleared his throat.] And it was Iron Bull, spelled correctly, messere.