Xavier chuckled lightly at her first comment and then patted the spot on the cinder (rather than brick i suppose?) porch next to him and rebutted, "Relax Chry, sit next to me for a while if you don't mind keeping me company for a moments time?" His smooth tone and accent was foreign yet familiar as if it was slightly similar to the Antivan's yet somewhat hinting at that of a normal Ferelden's (imagine Zevran's accent with Gregoir's voice or something like it). His golden eyes scanned over her fit figure from head to toe then back up and it made him wonder, "So now that the fighting's done, how about you show me the face under the mask?" It was a simple request that somehow he figured would get turned down but that wasn't his real reason for asking, he had another motive.