"I'm not wrong you- It's the truth!" Shoving himself to his feet Alistair glares down at the other man, frustrated by his refusal to believe the facts. Addled by some spell as he is he could still just listen!

Later he'll think he should have explained better and saved himself some trouble. For all his personal dislike of the templar life Alistair knows the order serves a purpose and its members aren't all bad. It's just that that understanding tends to get buried under years of misery at the Chantry. And right now he's too irritated - and perhaps a little unnerved - to be calm and reasonable.

Leaning across the table he jabs at Cullen's chest roughly to punctuate his next words. "I'm trying to help. And I know what I'm talking about. This place has done something to you!"