( Lavellan winces as the claws bite into her skin as he decides that he wants back off of her. Now she understands why people had described cats as fickle -- he'd seemed to have wanted down. )

Ow-- careful, the clothes were a gift from the Ringmaster... Hold on. ( she says, reaching up with her hand to stabilize him as she crouches, minimizing the distance he'd have to leap off of her to reach the ground. ) There, now you can jump off if you want.