He did: he recognized when he needed to remove himself from the situation, and he did it. And he made a reasonable, and polite, exit.

But Cullen figures arguing that point wouldn't help.

There's a chaise over by the practice dummy (the dummy with several nasty-looking throwing knives buried deep in its stuffed thorax). Cullen stands, picks up the cheese plate, and nudges a pile of books on the floor close enough to serve as a table. Sitting, he gestures to the other side, for Alistair.

"It was fine. He seemed to enjoy it." A little awkward. "I've -- he keeps to himself, and since Dorian's gone..." A one-shouldered shrug. "It seemed like it might be... nice. To ask. I'm sorry I didn't find you first."