"Your cousin?" A beat, a crackle of soft laughter. "Ah, him. No, I did not. In truth I did very little talking aside to offer my surprise that the traps I was seeking out and so well maid came from someone young and handsome rather than a grizzled veteran. Everything else? Came from him. I will not be so cold as to deny I found myself moved but for him? It was his eyes and his manner that moved me. This...does not trouble you, does it?"

Again he intends no offence or harsh feelings, though he is surprised Cyril would boast quite so quickly. He had been much the same when he was young though he learned to not in visceral manner he hopes never comes to befall the Dalish.

"For you I am moved by your grace, your voice- the way your freckles seem like copper flicked upon alabaster. Careless and artful. And your hair."