[ He can't help the way he looks when he gets such an answer. It bears uncertainty, an attempt to avoid anything but outright saying whether or not she will stay. It begs the question of whether or not she will, and Cullen's hands tighten around hers, and he pulls them into his lap. ]

Oh, I... Suppose that makes sense.

[ Cullen looks down, disappointed. ]

You... Do know that you have a place in Skyhold. While I am not sure as to where I will particularly end up, I am content on taking it a day at a time. Having a normal life outside of the Chantry.

[ It's a better way of begging her to stay. ]