"It's three against one, Cullen," Solona smiles innocently at him. "I'm sure you don't have it in your heart to," she hesitates, "rid ourselves of it either."

Cullen's gaze falters to the floor. He clenches his fist. He points a finger at Solona. "You better not screw this up, Sol." He shifts that finger Anders' way. "And you better straighten up. This is a child, for crying out loud, we can't have you fucking everything up, especially for the child." He turns around with a huff, finding himself a chair and slumping down on it with a grunt. "Maker's breath, of all the things--!"

Suddenly, a scream sounds from outside.