"It's no secret, darling, I assure you." Vivienne leans on her lounging couch, tea cup placed just in front of her, the very picture of relaxation. "I admit to a curiosity about finding a fellow Marcher within the Inquisition. I believe I'm acquainted with your family."

She's quite certain she knows his family. Or at least some of them. The question in the air remains if he is on good terms with them, or if is his presence is a complete secret. Vivienne would never out someone who was keeping their whereabouts quiet without good reason to do so.