You know, yelling in combat is actually a terrible idea. Way to give away your position.

[ Says the man usually dashing about the battlefield on a giant warhorse with a flashy magical spear relic in his hand. ]

Her crew, huh? [ That's a very specific term, as far as he knows. ] You're a sailor?

[ The dry tone that refusal is delivered in, however, gets a narrowed gaze from Sylvain as he studies the turian's very hard-to-read face. Remind him to never play poker with you. ] You haven't even tried it. How do you know?

[ He calls bullshit. ]