[ They know. Surely they know. While Cullen has certainly made himself the jest of the Inquisition in the middle of an important meeting, it's very likely that the attempt at secrecy was completely in vain. It would be shameful to find the Inquisitor a fool, a mockery of what she represents and he will be damned if he appears to think of her in such light. But... Maker, the last thing he wants is for their relationship to be out on the table. With the attention it had gotten before it was truly even a thing? It's absolutely certain that their spotlight would shine even brighter. Cullen isn't sure he could handle a slew of lewd remarks regarding them, questions about family and plans when the mere thought of Neria still makes him flush a bright glow. ]
[ He will need to get over that eventually, won't he? ]
[ Cullen maintains a normal pace in his walk, even if his steps seem to be a bit firmer than normal. They echo down the hall, his grip tightly wrapped around the handle of his sword to release some of the massive load of tension he's developed over time. Once they are a safe distance and Neria begins to speak, he is able to somewhat relax. ]
Yes, well...
[ He reaches the back of his neck again, which is somehow hotter than normal. Cullen has to wonder if his face matches such a high temperature. ]
We will need to quickly find other ways of buying time. Clearly, I am not forged for theater. Your defense likely saved the entire show.
[ A basin. They chose protecting a blasted basin as if Corypheus himself were waiting there. The more he thinks about it, the more it sounds foolish. ]
[ Cullen takes a quick turn towards the battlements, aiming to at least head for his office so they might prepare for the quick trip to Orlais. One last time, however, he clears his throat. And he takes a look behind them to ensure they are absolutely alone. Confirmation of that has him reaching for her hand, tangling their fingers together and holding tight. Without another word. ]
no subject
[ He will need to get over that eventually, won't he? ]
[ Cullen maintains a normal pace in his walk, even if his steps seem to be a bit firmer than normal. They echo down the hall, his grip tightly wrapped around the handle of his sword to release some of the massive load of tension he's developed over time. Once they are a safe distance and Neria begins to speak, he is able to somewhat relax. ]
Yes, well...
[ He reaches the back of his neck again, which is somehow hotter than normal. Cullen has to wonder if his face matches such a high temperature. ]
We will need to quickly find other ways of buying time. Clearly, I am not forged for theater. Your defense likely saved the entire show.
[ A basin. They chose protecting a blasted basin as if Corypheus himself were waiting there. The more he thinks about it, the more it sounds foolish. ]
[ Cullen takes a quick turn towards the battlements, aiming to at least head for his office so they might prepare for the quick trip to Orlais. One last time, however, he clears his throat. And he takes a look behind them to ensure they are absolutely alone. Confirmation of that has him reaching for her hand, tangling their fingers together and holding tight. Without another word. ]