For most of what she says, Felassan behaves himself very well. When she recommends against dipping into the Fade, he doesn't so much as huff. When she asks if he's heard of eluvians, he nods with the thoughtfully confused frown of someone who's only read tales and did not quite believe them. Someone should be proud of him. He's proud of him.

It helps that it's fascinating. So much, so quickly. Solas would kill him during a time the world was more interesting than it had been in hundreds of years, and when one of their descendants was sitting on a throne to guide it. The words he doesn't recognize make it all the more interesting, little pieces to puzzle over. He could interrupt to demand definitions, but it's more fun to try to put it together from the context, until —

"Really?" he asks, half gasped, with appropriately Dalish wonder. He's behaved so well. He deserves this. "By what clan?"