You were raised with dogs and slept in a stable, handed off to the Chantry at the first opportunity. Have you any love of politics, Alistair? Any desire to look at those about you and see them as pawns?

No. Your uncle, perhaps, but you've expressed frustration and disgust enough with his machinations for me to know that has never been what lies in your heart.

Your blood may be noble, Alistair- but you are a stable boy.