Wynne: Alistair, may I have a word?
Alistair: Of course - anything for my favouritest mage ever.
Wynne: It seems you and our fearless leader are inseparable these days. Joined at the hip, almost.
Alistair: That’s a bit of an overstatement, don’t you think?
Wynne: Well then, now that you’re in an intimate relationship, you should learn about where babies really come from.
Wynne: I know the Chantry says you dream about your babies and the good Fade spirits take them out of the Fade and leave them in your arms…but that’s not true. Actually what happens is that when a girl and a boy really love each other —
Alistair: Andraste’s flaming sword! I know where babies come from!
Wynne: Do you? Do you really?
Alistair: I certainly hope so.
Wynne: Oh, all right then. Aww, look, you’re all red and mottled. How cute.
Alistair: You did that on purpose!
Wynne: Now, now Alistair, why would I do such a thing?
Alistair: Because you’re wicked. That frail old lady act? I’m so not fooled. I’m on to you now.