“Silas,” he supplies, after a sufficient enough silence to convince him that Ellis doesn’t intend to ask him. He’d helpfully suggested that the question of do you like stories is typically followed by the offer of a story if answered in the affirmative with much the same tint of put-upon patience.

Skyhold is something.

He contemplates standing and slips a slender folding knife from his vest instead. Once it’s flicked open, he can reach to take the bottle on his table by the neck.

“You’re free to leave,” he says while working steel through cork, as if he hopes it should have gone without saying. “I closed the door to argue in private, not to detain you here.”