Madame de Cedoux had corrected enough by the time Araceli had come along to speak with her that she doesn't immediately offer a señor; if a person gives her their title, she's happy to go with it and it saves her embarrassment. "Please, if we're working together it's Araceli. At your service." The bow is a little delayed as the notebook is tucked under whatever part of her is least damp since Thedas hasn't mastered the range of waterproof inks she'd take for granted back home.

What a change, to speak with a man that's her height. Granted that's usually only going to happen with elves but there's a lot of craning her neck and it's nice to know that her new colleague is going to be at eye level with her.

"I was looking forward to meeting you, not under such alarming circumstances but such is the Inquisition, no?"