Cullen rolls his eyes expressively, as though he'd ever have enough interest in the language to give it any sort of serious pursuit. He really is too much sometimes.

"No one likes a welcher!" he calls after him. Shaking his head, he settles back down again. He won't actually nap, but he'll be a little more rested by the time the rest are done with their meals and cleanup.

He feels strangely optimistic for a man facing a difficult, dangerous night. He thinks that says a lot about the way things have been in Kirkwall the past few months.