There are a great many things here in Skyhold that she might describe as quaint before even a Free Marcher - for the time being, she laughs, delighted, at the more familiar steps. At his skill, which as promised she keeps any surprise about to herself, sparing him only a sly glance up from beneath her lashes as she falls into the rhythm of the dance, easy as breathing.

Observe the civilized North, doglords.

(She would never.)

(...out loud.)