If he really is the God of Rebellion, I'm laughing at the idea of him wanting to stand in opposition but getting sucked in anyways because he can't help himself. Revolution is his fetish. 
Hahaha. Lavellan is huddled over the war table planning troop movements and coordinating with Dalish clans and underground mage resistance. She should not have been surprised when Fiona came to her with the idea to unite the Elvhen and Mage factions. After all magic was intrinsically tied to the Elves. She felt more than heard Solas' quiet presence behind her standing the doorway.
"I know what you're going to say." She started in an attempt to cut off whatever disapproving lecture was forthcoming. "We are not ready and the Dalish are like children. To force a full-scale conflict would only exacerbate the issue and more lives will be lost." She stared up at him forcing him to meet her glare. If she could not take rebuke from him, Lavellan would surely falter before her mission was complete. "But I do not care. We will not submit and hiding in our forests to play woodland sprite is submitting. I can not reclaim Ancient Arlathan, but I can make something new, something better."
His face was impassive as it ever was with only the slightest twitch of his auburn brow. She was amusing him, Lavellan realized. Not for the first time, she considered striking that look off of his face. But their game was subtle and it was much sweeter to surprise him with words versus actions.
Solas took a couple of long strides and crossed to the table. His eyes swiftly took in tiny wooden pieces before settling on Lavellan. "I would suggest dividing the mages into small units. Guerrilla tactics will fell even the mightiest empire."
Their game was subtle, but it was he who had surprised Lavellan this round as Solas rearranged the wooden figurines and into position.