For some reason, the only thing Lavellan can think of is a offhanded comment made by Solas -- no real god need prove himself, anyone who tries is either mad or lying. Infuriating, in retrospect, but also she wonders how such a thing with Strange. Still, her amusement doesn't fade and she gives him a slight nod. "I will endeavor not to," she says, sincere in that, at least.

She does take a skeptical skip of her wine, however, looking over the rim of her glass before shaking her head sightly. "I would like to know more about those mirrors of yours, however." Because that seems to be a constant between their two worlds.