"Actually, it is." Surprise surprise. "Ah- yes. I forget sometimes the traditions of the Dalish. I have not spent much time in their company, I mean no offense, only affection."

Affection such as when he lifts their joined hands to his lips and he dips his head, kissing her knuckles. A romantic, courtly gesture to be certain but some enjoy that more and it seems as though Pel may wish that before further wooing is to be had. A little romance, a little charm is not so terrible a thing to share when one needs it, and to dispense such a thing with a wink and a smile? Is no trouble at all. In fact it is his genuine pleasure to do so.

"Stella?" He reaches up to brush back a strand of shining, silver hair. "Stars or starlight. Bright, lovely- unreachable."