"...I think you said something along the lines of-" He looked up, lips quirked in a thin smile as he spoke in an affectionate impersonation of Jack's Ferelden accent and foreign temper and meter of speech. "It's complete bullshit, Zev, and I'm not having it."

It was a passable impersonation, he'd certainly listened to Jack and Eugene enough to be able to manage that at the very least, and with as much as he'd drunk he was a little more free with such talents. "And if you try to be an arse like that again, I'm not touching you for a week."