Dragon Age: Origins2009

Zevran Arainai:
Might I offer you a bit of advice, my good friend Alistair?

Alistair:
I like my hair the way it is, thank you.

Zevran Arainai:
Truly? As you wish, though my advice is regarding something else completely. It has to do with your recent... exertions with your fellow Grey Warden that I overheard.

Alistair:
My... oh.

Zevran Arainai:
It did seem as if you just got going when all grew quiet. You are feeling alright, yes? Perhaps you are tired.

Alistair:
We aren't talking about this, are we? Did I hit my head?

Zevran Arainai:
I have some roots from home that you may chew if you need energy. As for volume, perhaps you ought to try arching your...

Alistair:
Whoa, whoa! Awkward!

Zevran Arainai:
You Fereldens are so finicky! How will you ever learn to pleasure each other unless you talk about it?

Alistair:
Not listening! La la-la la la!