It took a lot of Albiorix not to smile with a bit of satisfactory glee as he noticed how Hawke's mind seemed to slow a slight as he took in the deep scent of the Amortentia on Albi's collar. Suddenly glad that the waiter returned with his drink as he pulled back again. He didn't want Hawke growing use to the smell else it wouldn't serve it's purpose. Albiorix hazel eyes rising to meet Hawke's again as he mentioned Albi's quick recovery. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">No rest for the wicked I suppose.</span>" He chuckled, knowing his use of words could be more subtle but he couldn't help the little hint, after all Hawke seemed so keep the try to jab him with his words just hours ago, too. Besides, he already knew Hawke was on to him, so no harm done. Albiorix actually lifted his Firewhiskey to take a small sip, more for show than anything, though he did feel he  could use the drink. It wasn't every day you had to relive your worst memories. And that's exactly what he had to do. And he is sure that Hawke would sure love to take a peak into his mind. Though that was the reason that Albi had applied the Amortentia, it was impossible to look into ones mind without keeping focus. Though little did Albi know that Hawke would be unable entirely due to his inability to use wordless and wandless magic. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Yeah, you surely know how dementors work. I'd hoped I'd seen the last of them after V-</span>" Albiorix cut himself off, playing it off as a fumble and fear. Though it was more so his own normalcy of saying the name. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">He-who-shall-not-be-named, died. But it seems that... someone is still playing his cards. Whether it's that Albiorix or those.. cultists. Feels like we've traveled back three years all over again, doesn't it? Not sure.. who you can trust anymore.</span>" Albiriox smiled pleasantly as he sat back and took another pretend sip of his whiskey.