Leliana: Whatever useless, vain, vapid thing you are doing right now, drop it. I need you to get on this boat with me to Ferelden immediately.
Cullen:Been there, done that.
Leliana:Cut the shit. Your boss just exploded in a dust of red lyrium, all the Kirkwall mages have skipped town, and you’re out of a job. The news is all over the Free Marches.
Leliana: Right now the Templars are about as toxic as a magister in the Dales and I am offering you a job working for us. You have exactly zero seconds to decide.
Cullen:
Cullen: You know, the Hero of Ferelden would’ve asked me nicer.