Solas did not care either beyond that it had dragged him away from where he had intended to wake. No focus and only the clothing he had been dressed in to his name. He had never been a man to care much for material positions, but the set back to his own goals was what he found intolerable. If the man knew what he had delayed being set into motion, he might rejoice.

"How generous of you," he returns dryly. "I will keep you in my thoughts as I return to my slumber and dream."