"I should hope so, can you imagine the scandal?" A naked Morrigan- he has to squint into the middle distance, trying to place the shape of her from a memory ten years old. A lovely woman that would continue to be lovely. "Mmm. Dance with me first and then I will dance with the top three of her list- then help Cullen. Or perhaps I should help Cullen first."

He has become somewhat fond of the man. He means well. He tries hard and he means well and that normally is not enough but for now? it is.

They've just about reached the edge of the dancefloor when he offers Alistair a hand, brows raised expectantly behind his mask. "You do know how to dance, yes? More than just your Remigold?"