Well, come on. They were in Fereldan. Everything was more quaint here - not to mention smelling heavily of dog. His only response to that sly glance was a faint smirk of his own which is stilled into an expression of absolutely seriousness.

The movements precise, the dance courtly and telling all at the same time. Fereldans had passion, but they never really mastered precision.

(He wouldn't either.)

(Probably.)