He caught the change in tone, considering exactly how he wanted to answer that question. He decided for the time being to stick with the overall light hearted tone of the night up to this point. "It's Kirkwall. We've seen each other on a nearly weekly basis for years now. Neither of us to my knowledge has ever flipped out and joined a blood drinking cult, danced with demons in the moonlight, joined the Qun, or decided assassinations of annoying but harmless influential people would be a lucrative and satisfying side business. I know this because you never wear white lipstick, and you know because you've never seen me with my eyes painted black." His lips twitched slightly.

"Having said that, I am looking forward to knowing you better, and that's not a euphemism for more of what we did tonight, although that's nice, too." He was aware of being admired and realized he liked it, even if it was a little flustering.

"Agreed," he nodded then leaned to dig around for the brandy. "I'm really thirsty now. How about you?"