He blows a resigned note when Alistair proves unable to snap his fingers and provide a miracle. "I had to try. Memory manipulation is already outside of my pay grade without adding in mansions that turn into creepy, haunted shacks."

Taking a drink, he inwardly grimaces. That's not even mentioning the handsy huggers out there who apparently know more him than he knows about himself. Alistair expects him to share the love by getting handsy with more people?

"That's very funny. You know every person in the room includes you, right? If you want a hug, you just have to ask. It'd save you some trouble." The observation comes with a smile and the personal knowledge that there's no way in all of creation that he's following through on the terms of this bet. He wouldn't expect Alistair to, either, which leaves him with a clean conscience about his end of the bargain. "If I win, I'm looking forward to seeing you take the stage and singing the most bawdy tavern song you know. And you can't you don't know any, you already said you travelled with Oghren."