He'll pay for this later, he knows. And he had been doing so well with gentling Gwenaëlle, but- everything has a price.

"Thranduil," he says, and leaves it at that. "I do believe I heard your name in the midst of- that- but could you fault me for seeking a polite introduction to a lady?"

He deftly steers them through Skyhold proper, aiming for backways and servants routes to get them to the bathing area unseen. That it leaves them time to speak is only a bonus.

"Might I ask what happened there? I am afraid I entered the fray late." He opens doors for her, and the politeness is not feigned. His manner, though purposefully pompous, mostly for her amusement, is still based in routine, in habit.