They've certainly not had time to agree, but Cullen doesn't feel like arguing with a rather powerful wall at the moment. The Inquisition will always need Vivienne's help, and he does not want to anger her in the slightest.

Sigh. He may have lost the battle, but he has not lost the war. His lips purse together tightly at the mention of disrobing. "I can certainly remove my own clothing, Madame."

Not that he's sure some of the ladies won't peek. Once he's done, he's relatively sure he has no idea where to go. It's not like he's ever done anything like this before.