Alistair smiled at her, glad she hadn't minded the compliment. He'd meant it. Both of them, come to that. He hadn't known Aveline for long but what he'd seen, he admired very much. "You're welcome."
Wait, as she blushing? ...oh Maker's breath, was he blushing? He coughed and picked up his mocha again to hide his confusion. "So, ah, right, long range weapons. How's that done here? Is there some archery-range equivalent?"