"Relief, soft water ebbing over the soul, a sigh of breath than was held too long." He shakes his head. "Are you good company? You're not scared of me, I like that. When people find out I'm a spirit, they stop liking me and start being scared and calling me demon. I don't think I'm a demon. The Inquisitor said I'm not and if I was, I'd be stopped. I like knowing that. You can't stop her."

The last sentence is said as he looks straight at Morrigan's eyes, his own pale ones focused sharp on her.

Then he gives a small 'oof' and stumbles into her as a large, thrown stone hits him in the back.