Sebastian and Anders
- Anders: Is that supposed to be Andraste's face on your crotch?
- Sebastian: What?
- Anders: That... belt buckle thing. Is that Andraste?
- Sebastian: My father had this armor commissioned when I took my vows as a brother.
- Anders: I'm just not sure I'd want the Maker seeing me shove His Bride's head between my legs every morning.
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- Sebastian: You seem very angry.
- Anders: And here I thought the Chantry was against mind-reading.
- Sebastian: Did something happen to you in the Circle? I understand there were problems in Ferelden...
- Anders: Are you saying a mage can only be unhappy in the Circle if demons involved? No, it's not about Uldred. It's not about being beaten or raped by a templar - that does happen, but I've been fortunate. It' s a larger principle: the freedom every man, woman, and child born in Thedas have as a natural right.
- Sebastian: You were given to the Circle. I was given to the Chantry. Hawke was driven away from home by the Darkspawn. None of us are free.
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- Anders: So... you were invested as a brother in the chantry, right?
- Sebastian: I'd just taken my vows when I learned my family was killed.
- Anders: But you gave sermons and took confessions and such, right?
- Sebastian: Do you have something you wish to confess?
- Anders: I just want to know: what do you say when people have questions? What's your answer when someone asks: 'So... if Andraste preached freedom and ended slavery, why do you lock up mages and keep them as slaves?
- Sebastian: No one ever asked that.
Sebastian and Fenris
- Sebastian: You know, when I return to Starkhaven, you're welcome to come with me.
- Fenris: And do what, exactly?
- Sebastian: You're a fine warrior. If you could train men to fight like you do, we'd be unstoppable.
- Fenris: I'm no leader, and I doubt humans would want me training them.
- Sebastian: Then why not train elves? I bet there's plenty who would admire all you've accomplished.
- Fenris: I... haven't accomplished anything
- Sebastian: No? You are your own man, living as you see fit - you give yourself too little credit.
- Fenris: You are being kind.
- Sebastian: Not at all. Think about it.
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- Sebastian: You know, Fenris, as a brother in the Chantry, I'm allowed to hear confessions.
- Fenris: Why would you tell me this?
- Sebastian: I know Danarius made you do things. I thought you might be more comfortable talking to a friend. You should know, a murder committed under duress is a sin on the one who ordered it, not the one whose hands carried out the deed.
- Fenris: Have I not spoken enough of my past? Does everyone in Kirkwall wish to hear every sordid detail?
- Sebastian: Sometimes, it's painful to speak. But it's the only way the wound can be lanced.
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- Sebastian: Are you an Andrastian, Fenris?
If I say no, will you attempt to convert me?
- Sebastian: Many elves believe in the maker. I ask only because I wonder if your experiences soured your faith.
My faith was never strong. It's difficult for a slave to have faith in someone who abandoned them.
- Sebastian: The maker didn't enslave you, Fenris.
He didn't help me much either.
- Sebastian: And yet you stand here, free. Perhaps he helped you more than you think.
Sebastian and Isabela
- Sebastian: Is this getting you any closer to your ship?
- Isabela: Huh?
- Sebastian: I just don't understand why you're working with Hawke. You don't seem to care about anything we do. What's keeping you here?
- Isabela: Mostly the Blooming Rose. I'm paid up to the end of the year. I'd hate not to use it.
- Sebastian: The brothel?
- Isabela: What? Women can't go to brothels too? You're just not using your imagination. Oh look! Now you are. You're cute when you're blushing!
(Alternatively if Hawke and Isabela have slept together)
- Sebastian: I just don't understand why you're working with Hawke. You don't seem to care about anything we do. What's keeping you here?
- Isabela: Mostly the sex. Hawke is an absolute tiger between the sheets. I mean all night, every night. Oh cute! You're blushing.
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- Sebastian: I've noticed you talk about... vulgar things, quite a bit.
- Isabela: Do you want me to stop? Do I make you... uncomfortable?
- Sebastian: It was just an observation, really.
- Isabela: It's a bad habit I picked up from spending time around foul-mouthed pirates. Pirates only care about a small number of very specific things. The sea, strong drink, and booty. Both kinds.
Sebastian and Varric
- Varric: So, choir boy. This usurper of yours is er, twenty feet tall?
- Sebastian: Not even close, no.
- Varric: But he has claws for hands, right?
- Sebastian: Fingers. Perfectly normal ones, if a little fat, perhaps.
- Varric: He eats babies, though, and farts fire?
- Sebastian: You're not serious, I hope?
- Varric: Ha. You can't even pretend to be interesting, can you?
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- Sebastian: It's been very exciting working with Hawke.
- Varric: Are you for real?
- Sebastian: It seems like she's involved every time something goes wrong in Kirkwall. I've never had so many opportunities to help people.
- Varric: All right, I thought I was getting tired of moody but I take it back. You're making my teeth ache.