[The curse brings a smile to his face, and he's glad - for the moment - that she can't actually see him. It's gone by the time he turns and steps into the doorway of Orsino's office. Cullen takes a moment to look around. He realizes that he's never actually been in here before, despite the fact that they were only a few doors away from each other. Both strange and... Not.
Orsino was not Irving. Cullen didn't trust Orsino on a personal level, didn't really know him. But the horrors he remembers from that night when the Chantry blew, when the First Enchanter used blood magic to seal a pact with a demon...
It reflects on his face for a moment. Just a moment. And then it's gone.]
Here I thought that becoming a Warden gave you a special set of skills. Grace hasn't become one of them. [In reference to her spilling ink. Oops. There's a beat before he steps further into the room, one step at a time as if he's unsure. Because he is. He really is. He shouldn't be in here.]
I was asking how long you planned to stay in Kirkwall. [You know, not for any personal reasons or anything.]
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Orsino was not Irving. Cullen didn't trust Orsino on a personal level, didn't really know him. But the horrors he remembers from that night when the Chantry blew, when the First Enchanter used blood magic to seal a pact with a demon...
It reflects on his face for a moment. Just a moment. And then it's gone.]
Here I thought that becoming a Warden gave you a special set of skills. Grace hasn't become one of them. [In reference to her spilling ink. Oops. There's a beat before he steps further into the room, one step at a time as if he's unsure. Because he is. He really is. He shouldn't be in here.]
I was asking how long you planned to stay in Kirkwall. [You know, not for any personal reasons or anything.]