[Obviously startled to hear the Iron Bull introduce himself, first, and so eloquently, too. Truth be told he's never spoken to a qunari before. They aren't common. He thinks himself a little too educated to believe in propaganda, but it's. Nonetheless not what he was expecting the man to sound like. Still, he prides himself in never letting someone throw him off; the fact that he's caught off balance means he fires back all the more quickly, with an amused but not too amused quirk of the eyebrow.]

Magister Alexius, yes. The Lady Alexius, I'm sorry to say, does not share his decorating tastes. Still, you ought to see his study.

[Now Grell, on the other hand, was exactly what he was expecting her to be, and he's delighted. Anyone who would bring a qunari (one that talks) to a party must be, at least, fun, and she has not failed to disappoint. He laughs at her comment.]

Typically, No. If it isn't likely to inspire somber next day reflections on the morals of our youth, do not bother attending. But I admit I have a damned fondness for our hosts. I should hate for anyone to do anything to upset Felix's celebration. And tragically, some are less fond of guessing games than I.

Lady Sutcliffe, then? Would that be Fereldan? And then where does your companion hale from, I wonder?