[Oh. He turns his scowl down to his boots instead, directed inward.]

I mean, we'd only met, since I'd been here. She's nice, I s'ppose. She's a mage as well, Dalish though--and she has a griffon. I met it. Him. Or not has-- [And then he realizes that it is is really properly not has, and he grinds the toe of one of his boots against the ground.] It doesn't matter. Does it? 'Cause she's dead.