Ah, yes, that's me, [ Alistair says, and pauses prior to pronouncing the next word like something new and unfamiliar, mimicry of her accent included: ] discreet.

--but you want me to take a swing at you without a shield? Is that right? Take a swing at you and see if you may possibly create a shield, and assume that your shield won't bite my arm off and leave it in the Fade?

I'll do it, [ he adds, audibly losing his narrowed eyes and shrugging, ] sure. I just want to be clear on what you're asking.