She's left a bit breathless-- and she did want to kiss him more. But he did have a point.

"I should be getting back then." But she can't help but press her lips against his again hungrily.

Cullen smiles back. "I-- My father never forced me into becoming a templar. It's just that he wore his armor so well and had been ever since I was born. And his sword," he sighs dreamily, "I've never seen a better sword in all my life. I swore to myself that I would learn to wield one someday and then I did; and then I became a templar."

It was good to open up to her about this. He doesn't know why he never did so before.

"Denerim is... Nice, yes. Busy. Full of buildings. A grand market place as well."