Lavellan can't help but laugh out loud at his expression, grinning. He needn't say anything more -- she can tell from that alone that they've met and exchanged words. Were they aware of how similar they were? Surely they must be if they found themselves at such great odds.

That Strange keeps it polite is much appreciated, and she gestures dismissively. "He is a master of the Fade," she has no qualms about admitting that, knowing that Solas will own up to it without question. "Well versed in magic pertaining to ice and spirits as well." A pause, and then -- because she told Solas she would not lie for him: "If I were to produce a list of the most powerful mages in Thedas, he would be on it."

Sorry bud.