She caught on to the ruse quickly enough. "I don't exactly want to be in debt to you and the Templars, either," Hawke interjected with a brief look at Cullen. Her gaze slipped back to Madame Lusine and she raised her hands with a mild shrug. "But this isn't the best place to negotiate financial terms." Madame Lusine's look hardly wavered, though Hawke wasn't entirely certain she wasn't going to get into some serious trouble just for a comment like that. She'd need to speak with Varric about throwing a little coin at the Coterie...or start making up some wildly intimidating tales to keep them away.

But then she was leveling Cullen's debts, the tension between them palpable enough to need a sword to slice through. She wasn't foolish enough to get between them; he could fight his own battles with or without his rank to aid him, and judging by the look he received from Lusine, she knew it too. The favor would come with a price, certainly, but it wouldn't be his dignity or his office.

She spared him a glance as he started walking, realizing belatedly that she shouldn't follow. They had appearances to keep up. "I'll go check on our cargo. Meet me at the door and we'll head out?" she requested instead, pointing back behind her.