Miles's brows draw down and his lips thin. Alright, this is getting irritating.

"Do I seem like I'm drugged up right now? I mean, don't I seem sound enough of mind?" He gestures broadly with one hand, an invitation for Solas to do a little reevaluating.

"Look at me, Solas. I'm coherent. I'm alert. I'm not falling all over myself or slurring my words. I also only just woke up for the first time about an hour ago," he adds, pointedly but quite reasonably. "And Lavellan was there when I woke up, and she's been with me the whole time, right up until skirting off to do -- whatever it is Inquisitors do, I'm still not quite clear on that. I think it'd be difficult to squeeze a little getting high in there, on...whatever drugs you lot have around here."