I have more relations than you've had hot dinners. [That explains more than it probably ever actually needs to because Yngvi really does have relatives crawling out of every nook and cranny in Kirkwall.] We had each other and then whatever folk amongst us that studied alchemy for whatever slapping some ale into you wouldn't mend and I'm sure you know that slapping ale into a dwarf mends most things.

[You don't pour it in. You slap it in. You need a measure of violence with it to get the job done.]

What if you want to drown your enemy? I still maintain that a mate no longer with the Inquisition is going to drown when his mabari slobbers over him when it finally decides it's going to eat him. Plus I've met some folk who do that and call it kissing.