He had no expectations of what he might find in coming here, freeing him to take in what he sees with an open mind. It is far more decorated than anything he's accustomed to outside the courts of Orlais, although the style is distinct.

He inclines his head graciously, making note of that pause and the expression accompanying it before taking his seat. He positions himself more forward than leaning back, his posture as much a result of the sense that anything can and might happen as any sort of propriety. He's already beyond the ability to consider that experimenting with the powders might not have been the best idea.

"Of course," he says, voice deceptively mild given the turn of his thoughts. She is as mysterious as he recalls, and there is still an ineffable draw. Different in nature from that night but no less compelling.