What with Zevran, and now Cyril, Gorse is getting the impression that elves are in general just sorta the touchy-feely sort. Which is completely fine, Gorse doles out everything from gentle shoulder-bumps to hugs like they're going out of style, he's used to reigning himself in around others that are much more protective of their space.

"Pleasure to meet you too!" Gorse says enthusiastically in return, the flirtation managing to go right over his head in spite of his impressive height. "I just joined up with the Inquisition recent-like, I'm an herbalist."