Cullen apologizing to him is not how Alistair expected this to go. He blinks, casts a faintly bewildered glance at the food, looks back to Cullen. He sounds a little bewildered, too, when he says, "It's all right. I, er. I appreciate the thought."

It's draftier up here than he anticipated. Alistair looks up as he marshals his thoughts. "I -- wasn't exactly fit company anyway."

...What in Andraste's name sounds like rustling leaves in here?