Cullen snorts. "A Crow wouldn't have bungled that so badly. But I'd rather like to hear what he has to say for himself."

The merchant looks rather like he's thinking about squirming. Cullen's grip on his blade isn't going anywhere.

"Unless you've a different idea." It's unclear whether he's speaking to the merchant or to Cassandra; in Cullen's eyes, an answer from either would be acceptable.