Accepting it, she settles herself - a competent enough rider - and decides not to worry about what might be said about not recognising the man she leaves with, later. It's not anyone's business, and even she knows that if word filters back to Orlais that she's dallying with strange men her father will just be mildly relieved. Possibly hope he has a title.

Well-

he does. Not that it'd help.

When they're far enough from the tavern; “No,” very decisively, “I like you better the other way. This is still strange.”