Lavellan didn't get to be leader of a paramilitary organization by encouraging people to make bad life choices. Well. Only when they came to her first wanting to solve a problem.

But she smiles at him all the same, and peers at the glass he has in his hand. "I don't know what I was expecting when I signed on, but it certainly wasn't anything like what it's been." Good juice and food included. Reminded of their earlier conversation, Lavellan grins at him -- showing off her two sharpened canines. "Turns out it wasn't pointed ears after all."