If anyone had asked Myr two months ago what he thought he'd be doing with the Inquisition, "long moonlit walks on the beach with awkward-but-attractive-voiced Dalish girls" would have been nowhere in the vicinity of his list. But here they are. "The shore works fine. I confess I haven't been down there much," owing to he can't swim and there's that newfound uneasiness of the ocean, too, "so it should be interesting."

There's a beat of a pause from him as she makes her offer, but from the smile on his face, it's got nothing to do with offense. Rather, that's the look of a fellow sorting through too many potential responses for something properly witty. "I'm sorry--you're offering a chance for a walk down the beach arm-in-arm with the Head of Scouting? Even if I could still see, I'd be a fool not to take you up on that."

Suiting action to words, he holds his arm out to her. Let's the two of them go for that walk, Beleth.