[ Their eyes meet, and it's almost a sense of instant gratification where she gracefully eases herself into the conversation. Though, it doesn't give him quite enough time to get away from Josephine's back. The Ambassador turns her head when he manages to incidentally breathe on her neck, and he quickly slides away and to his normal spot by the table. ]

[ Kaia's attention falls upon Neria, listening intently to what the Warden Commander has to offer. ]

That entire night was a blur if you ask me. I hardly remember even making such a promise. There were quite a few women I promised dances to, I'm sure.[ The Inquisitor shakes her head, but it's in that shift that her gaze meets with Cullen. Suspicious. Her brow raises in particular when Cullen is quick to turn a touch, hand retreating to the back of his head to fuss with his hair. ]

Would sending troops even be necessary? Sounds like something so simple might waste muscle that may be needed elsewhere. Josephine is right to suggest subtlety.

[ The Ambassador opens her mouth to speak on that remark, but Cullen seems to whirl around rather quick. ]

If I may, [ Cullen quickly interjects, which brings a resounding silence among the room. ]

We've gained strong arms over time, Inquisitor. Recruits are arriving by the dozens each week the more we gain influence. The amount of men required would be small, hardly offering much an effect on our numbers. Neria and I are confident in each men returning without loss.

[ And he can't help but sound at least partially eager. Cullen can be persuasive, but not necessarily an actor. His argument is convincing enough, but he meets the gaze of an increasingly suspicious Inquisitor over time, who gazes at Neria briefly before turning back to him. And she is silent. ]

[ Cullen looks her directly in the eye, feeling tense and not daring to look away. He clears his throat. ]

This... Saves quite a bit of time than finding an appropriate one in which to subtly approach the comte, Inquisitor. There is far less risk.