"I'm glad you've recognized the problem is yourself," he says sarcastically. "It's the first step in fixing it. I'll have you speaking proper Tevene in six months. You'll be ready to face the Magisterium."

He can't imagine Cullen anywhere near the Magisterium or the cut throat politics of Tevinter. He does take a brief fanciful moment to imagine him in the Tevinter armor and it's a nice imagine before he stops and thinks no further.

"I'll move so you can get your rest." He rises to his feet, intending on joining the mages.

"I haven't a clue what you mean, good sir. I would never gamble."