Darrian giggled slightly as Conlan grabbed one of his hands, and used his other hand to run it over the man's shoulder, running lightly up his neck before sliding downwards and resting on his waist. "You're married to a Crow?" the elf asked with a grin, not believing a word of it. He'd heard of the Crows, but of course they'd never be around in Ferelden.
"You must be a very brave man...you'll protect us from her, won't you?" he asked, making large innocent eyes at their victim, the effect only slightly marred by his free hand teasingly pulling at the band of Conlan's pants.