Flint gives him a level look. His forefingers shifts away from the cup, a shrugging gesture reduced to the movement of a single digit.

"Obviously certain individuals may feel differently." Like maybe certain Fereldan ex-Templars who narrowly avoided being corpses by a freak conjuration of blood magic. "To say nothing of the fact that the broad perception of the thing has little bearing on the reality of it. But if the bulk of the company were truly concerned for their security, Yseult and I would presently be discussing how to challenge the impulse toward desertion."

(Which he knows because they did.)

"I'm not surprised you found them difficult to motivate."