Her eyes linger on the chains, then move to his eyebrow, his throat. Imprisonment has not been kind to the Tevinter, and Beleth is too much of a big obnoxious Dalish to not take some measure of pleasure in the irony. But...she's not here as a big obnoxious Dalish, she's here as the Head of Scouting, and so her expression remains neutral.
Once they've both gotten an opportunity to study each other, she breaks the silence lingering between herself and the Inquisition's newest guest. She'll have to move carefully here--this is the first time she's actually interrogated a prisoner, and while Leliana had given out advice, it's still nerve wracking to implement it.
"It has come to my attention that you could, possibly, possess information that would make you an asset to the Inquisition," She begins, lacing her fingers together, hands resting on the table. "And I have the responsibility for dealing with these kinds of assets." She pauses, letting the words sink in, while she glances calmly around the library. "Would you like some tea? I can put together some tea for you, if you would like."
This was how you dealt with interrogating someone with less power than you--treat them as an equal, make them feel comfortable with you. If he had not been a prisoner--if he were restored to his former rank of magister--carefully laced threats and secretive shows of power would have been more appropriate. For now, however, he gets tea, instead.
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Once they've both gotten an opportunity to study each other, she breaks the silence lingering between herself and the Inquisition's newest guest. She'll have to move carefully here--this is the first time she's actually interrogated a prisoner, and while Leliana had given out advice, it's still nerve wracking to implement it.
"It has come to my attention that you could, possibly, possess information that would make you an asset to the Inquisition," She begins, lacing her fingers together, hands resting on the table. "And I have the responsibility for dealing with these kinds of assets." She pauses, letting the words sink in, while she glances calmly around the library. "Would you like some tea? I can put together some tea for you, if you would like."
This was how you dealt with interrogating someone with less power than you--treat them as an equal, make them feel comfortable with you. If he had not been a prisoner--if he were restored to his former rank of magister--carefully laced threats and secretive shows of power would have been more appropriate. For now, however, he gets tea, instead.