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"Why do I have the feeling that the staff is better looking too?" Cyril speculated thoughtfully.

"Probably because looks are half the selling point," he muses right along.

"We should see which of us gets a better offer from people who think we work there."

That certainly has Sam raising a brow and looking down at Cyril. "We might be a bit overdressed for that... not to mention if we're sitting down drinking that doesn't really get other customers to come join you." Then again he's never had another customer try and pick him up, it was always the employees.

"I don't think Cerimon or the others would appreciate the competition either," he adds with a chuckle. "We can certainly keep score on how many try to proposition us in general though."

Cyril shrugs but think it's probably better that they don't after what Sam says about Cerimon. "I wouldn't want to upset the workers. It's their home."

Then, after a moment, "Are there any rules I should keep in mind?"

"Well they're not going to fault you if it happens, just if you start going around actively trying to pick people up," he says with a chuckle. "I'm sure some gold will unruffle any feathers a well."

Rules? Sam hums at that. "No fighting. Don't try to skip out on paying for any services there; food or pleasure. Um... that's it?"

Cyril nods. "Well, that's easy. I never get into fights. Too much risk of messing up my beautiful face."

He had forgotten, if Sam ever told him, that Sam had actually seen him with a scar that ran through his face.

"Hm. Occasionally they do break out. There's always that one or two people who start something, but it usually gets handled quickly. Less so then the taverns though." Another reason the Blooming Rose became a favorite drinking spot for him when he felt like it.

He had mentioned the differences a couple times after the initial incident of traveling to the future and needing to quell his emotions, though he hadn't gone into great detail, just the gist of it.

"Sounds a bit like it's going to be my favorite place to relax too," Cyril teased a bit. Sam was doing a pretty good selling the place.

"I'm sure," he teases back. "Honestly my favorite place to relax is still home, but it's good to have a place to go if you need." Just like the Herald's Inn at Skyhold - even if it was the only tavern there.

"Okay, that's true," Cyril relents. "The company is much better there. We have all of the best people."

"Yes, all three of them." Sam laughs at that, though it eventually dies down as he recognizes the street they are on and gives Cyril's arm a tug. "It's just around the corner."

Cyril nods and then pulls Sam towards the building. He's really curious about what this place looks like now.

The outside looks much like any of the other buildings in the area, save for the wooden sign with a blooming rose hanging over the door. The inside however was quite the sight; a short entryway that opened up to a large room with high ceilings filled with wooden tables and plush broad backed chairs. A long took over one corner and half the wall, large barrels of drink lining the rest of the stone. At the other end a door leading to a hallways of rooms, as well as a stairwell that brought you up to the second floor, which was lined with additional rooms.

Of course there were also the people, easy to spot those who actually worked at the establishment based on the kind of clothing they wore, which was often very little.

No sooner had they walked in they were greeted by a hostess, standing behind a podium with a large book. There was some clear recognition when she spotted Sam, but stayed business like and asked for them to sign in.

Cyril signed in as asked and the pair was shown a table when they explained they were there for drinks and food only. Cyril liked the luxury of the place, and he was grinning when they settled down. He had been in such a lousy mood, but as always Sam found small ways to cheer him up.

Still, he knew he shouldn't just cover up the emotions welled up in his chest. That was why he wanted to go out. He wanted to talk to Sam like a normal person would with the person they loved.

"Thanks for coming out with me. This place is lovely," Cyril offered once they were left to themselves again.

He had figured Cyril would enjoy the place, even if it wasn't about getting drinks; actually he had forgotten about that part for just a moment, so used to the elf not drinking.

Once they are settled, Sam makes a point in thanking the employee who had shown them to their table before turning his attention back to Cyril. "I'm always willing to go out with you, but glad to hear that you like the place." He's sure Cyril will more then enjoy the obvious attention that'll come by in a moment.

"So... is everything alright?"

Cyril sighs, relieved. He had been worried that he would have to be the one to bring it up, which would have been terribly awkward for him. But Sam, beautiful worried Sam, asks outright instead and takes that responsibility away from him.

"Have... have you seen Sorrel yet? Since he arrived I mean."

It is a little hard to ignore that something was probably up considering Cyril had said he wanted to go out and drink. He could have postponed asking until they actually ordered something, but it seemed important enough.

"Sorrel is here?" Well that certainly answered the question, right? "When did that happen?"

"Right before the mission to the island," Cyril responds. He's very careful to keep his voice and face neutral, but Sam knows him well enough by now to see the tension in his shoulders hinting to hidden emotion. "He's here because... Well, because Sina is deteriorating and he wanted to be here to help her."

His eyes are a bit distant as he considers that. "Huh." So it's been a little over a month; he had completely missed that happening and hadn't seen him at all. When he finally looks back he notices the change, noting the tension in Cyril's shoulders and hands even if he's trying to pretend nothing is wrong - little late for that.

The question is what was Cyril upset about? Was this about Sorrel being here - after all that happened with the Clan - or was it a segue towards talking about what was wrong with Sina? "It's good that he has," he starts. Before he can anything else one of the servers comes back inquiring about what they want to order. "Um..." he pauses, looking at Cyril to see if they want to just talk or if he does need something in front of him.

Cyril does order some things, but mostly because he feels like he should spend money and support the people who work here. He flirts a bit with the server too, because that's just natural to him, but he's sure to keep it very light so there's an understanding he's just here for the food and drink.

Once he and Sam are alone again, Cyril briefly considers telling Sam about Sorrel's drunken confession of affection towards him but thinks the better of it. He hasn't shared that moment with anyone, and he doesn't want to start now.

"When we were younger, I was sure that Sorrel was more like me than he let on. That he wanted the company of other men just as much as I did. I probably would have done what I normally do and act on that suspicion if not for Merrick and the chance that doing so would break the heart of the Keeper's son." That was a way to talk about what he actually feels without exposing Sorrel's moment of weakness.

"Then I left the Clan, dealt with my inappropriate feelings towards Merrick, found you and Taas." And Iskandar, but he's not ready to admit that Iskandar is at the same level as the other two yet. His hand pats the piece of dragon tooth he wears under his clothes, reminding himself that Taas is still his, even if he's no longer nearby.

"When we returned to the Clan though, my suspicions about Sorrel were strengthened." And confirmed, but again he's not touching that moment. "But then he married Sina and I thought he would never have a chance to act on those feelings."

Alcohol appears in front of him so he gulps a bit of it down after smiling his thanks to the server. He already feels odd explaining all of these complicated feelings - even if it's to Sam, someone he trusts implicitly.

Sam likewise orders a drink, but only a drink; he comes in regularly enough that he doesn't feel the need to order too much, and even if he indulged he never did enough to get drunk - not to mention he'd have to keep an eye on Cyril if considering he didn't drink period.

He lets Cyril talk, lets him take him time to find his words, mull over what he wanted to say, while raising a brow or humming in response to indicate he was listening. He's not particularly surprised by what he is hearing, the topic of sexuality and the Clan seems to be a topic that comes up a lot between them.

When the drinks are set on the table Sam raises a brow at just how fast Cyril was grabbing the glass and taking a taste. Thankfully he wasn't straight out downing it. Once they're alone again, Sam gives a sigh and rubs the back of his neck, trying to piece together what Cyril was trying to get at here.

"So... you know Sorrel likes men and you... have a thing for him?" That was the only reason he can figure why Cyril brought up finding him and Taas in this whole thing.

"No," Cyril responds after he swallows the drink and grimaces a bit at the taste. Nothing against the quality here, of course, he's just not used to drinking. Then he reconsiders the answer and realizes he doesn't wish to lie to Sam.

"Yes." Another pause. "Maybe?"

He sighs and slumps down a bit. "No. Definitely. Yes. I definitely have a thing for him. But I also shouldn't have a thing for him."

He grabs his drink and sips a bit more at it.

Cyril's initial answer has the mage raising a brow, but it eventually lowers when the elf continues on, going back and forth. Honestly if it wasn't that then Sam was definitely lost as to what was the issue going on.

Humming lightly, Sam takes a sip of his own drink, actually enjoying it - it had taken quite a bit of trial and error to find one he liked. After a moment he slides it towards Cyril. "Maybe try this one, it's a bit sweeter." He didn't want Cyril to get black out drunk, but if he was going to drink it was better it was something more palpable.

"You shouldn't have a thing for him because... he's married? The Clan's First?" He was still part of the Clan, right?

Cyril takes the cup with thanks and sips at it carefully before deciding that he does indeed like this one better.

"Well, yes to all of that but also because I would only hurt him. I'm not... I'm not the sort of man who would be healthy for him."