Being in exile for ten years will do that, I'm afraid. But you have done quite well in surprising everyone.

[ He smirks a touch there. ]

I'll admit: I have been rather uncomfortable for that very reason. While I'm flattered by the kind words, I would much prefer being in my armor over this. Not only are we sore thumbs, but we are left vulnerable.

[ But that is no longer their concern right now, is it? At least for now. While there is plenty to discuss in terms of what Neria is going through, what complications that follow, this is an evening to be proud of. Cullen exhales heavily as he stands, and he takes a step forward before turning around to face her. ]

Forgive me if I seem bold for making such a request, but...

[ With a slight bow forward, Cullen folds one arm behind his back, and reaches the other out. He extends his hand to her, smile still in place. ]

Before we are to leave, might I ask for a dance, my lady?

[ The question is forged from a lot of things... The stress of the evening, the adrenaline rush that came from watching the Inquisitor take a stand before the court before announcing peace. He would be a liar if he had said he didn't have a few drinks after knowing for certain they were safe. But most of all, it is out of the desire he has to share at least one last good moment with Neria. Tomorrow is another day, one that will require more work as they still have much to do. The night is young, and even if he is exhausted he would do well to leave this with a good memory. ]

[ It is a request he will likely never make again, because Cullen isn't much for dancing. ]