Dexterity
"I could try that for you."
Elissa cast Zevran a dubious sidelong look but scooted over and let the elven assassin slip in beside her. After wriggling the tip of his knife blade in the chest's keyhole for a few moments, he turned to her and shrugged.
She finally lost her temper and shouted at him. "WHY DO YOU OFFER TO PICK THE LOCK WHEN YOU NEVER, EVER CAN!?"
Zevran quailed a little before her ire. "I…I do not know. I always think it is a simple lock, but then…"
"Oh for fuck's sake." Alistair shouldered between the two combatants, and bashed the lock off of the chest in one swift sword blow.