He's unsure of that. He has never seen the rite put off with good results. However, much like Dorian he has no desire to fight. The man has been a good ally thus far. There's no reason to quibble or bicker over their cultural differences when it serves little purpose. "They are." And they know there will be the Void to pay if he finds out otherwise.

His brows lift in surprise. He can smell it on them? Cullen smells it in the vial, but never on his person. Perhaps he's used to it? He tries to recall if he ever noticed such a thing about the other templars when he was a recruit. No, not to his recollection. "It sounds...too right, like the song of a desire demon behind your eyes. But...not demonic. Something else. I don't trust it, and when I ask my men about it, their eye contact goes evasive."

He sits up straighter. "The sooner we try for that warding, the better, I think. Wouldn't you say?"