At her last words, his lips curve into an almost boyish smile against her mouth, and he draws back just enough to see her eyes. Eyes bright, he inquires, "Did I make you blush?" Easier to be coy, here, than to allow himself too much liberty to mull over how this clever scheme of hers may land him in a snare of her making, rather than the Inquisition's.

Yet to interrogate that concern further, she has already ensnared him, hasn't she? Here he stands before her in a dream kingdom he crafted out of Fade stuff, spelled into existence to make her vision a reality. There is no advantage to be found in passing his time here with her in this place, in this way; yet he is here because he wants to be here, with her, and he would do well to attend to that new reality, to find some way to ensure she folds neatly into his plans, going forward. If that requires him to follow her lead, then he will acknowledge that he has been caught, and will follow as she bids him. For now.