[ Cousland valiantly struggles to hold an offended expression for about two seconds, tops, prior to giving it up entirely in favor of a resigned sigh instead. Haughtiness just doesn't come naturally to her. ]

You've got me there. I can hardly speak my mind on the matter if half of what's in it is particularly crass.

[ But oh! Introductions! Oh boy. c: ] There are worse things in the world to develop a fondness for. You could just have sub-par taste.

Cousland, of the Grey Wardens. A pleasure.