"You are truly determined to follow me? Even to the gated walls of Denerim?" His eyebrow shot up in slight surprise, ignoring the guilt which was building within his gut. He was no friend of guilt, preferring to bury feelings and do what he wanted or needed to do. Still there were vague memories of a tree house, outside the reaches of the city confines.

Ah, but did it matter? He had given the Grey Warden his word, promising to stay, and after all the woman had done he was not happy with the idea of lying to her. Perhaps there was another solution. He would have to think on it.

"Nevermind, it is no matter my pretty friend. Shall we be off? Hmmm, would you like a tour of the palace first? Or shall I show you the more... interesting spots of Denerim?"