[And Hawke has seen a lot of titty in a lot of parlours and bars, but Rider's majestic tits nearly startle her into dropping the mug she's nursing after the last bout of flames. At the last second she slams it messily onto the rotting table.]

Couldn't you tell? That was no trick, and neither could you insult me by calling it an illusion-- ooh, 's that my glass? How kind!