"We were starting to worry." Bull grunted as Talia turned away, stripping off her armor and dropping it on the floor. "Was there anything in that report you gave Red that I should know?"
"Other than the fact that I need a bath?" Talia growled after sniffing herself.
"Dancer." Bull growled, "Don't toy with me now-"
The door to the small cabin opened, followed by an armored figure with an ever present serious expression on his face. "Talia, I need to talk to you about the Templars. Did they -" The commander's words stopped, as did his breath. Before him was a mostly nude woman, Half bent over as she pulled on a fresh pair of leather pants. He only remembered to breathe when she hopped to pull her pants up that last little bit. "I should have knocked."
Bull chuckled at the entire situation. He thought of giving the two some privacy, but this situation was far too entertaining to just walk out on.
Talia however, simply cringed. Flaming hells, of all the timing. She used one arm to cover her chest as she reached for a thin cotton tunic that would do to keep her decent. "You should also make sure to keep breathing, kind of important."
Cullen coughed, trying to clear his throat and perhaps save himself from the very awkward situation. "I should have knocked." he repeated, eyes pulling away from the Antivan and to the huge Qunari in the room that ironically he had nearly forgotten about.
Talia turned to see Bull leaning back in a chair, smiling like a cat who had just gotten into the cream, and a poor Commander that seemed to be fighting the tidal wave of embarrassment that was painted across his face. "Commander Cullen, what can I do for you?"
"I- I was hoping that you could report on the rescue of the Templars."
"Marrin said she would report to you as soon as she got to Haven." Talia spoke softly, ignoring any awkwardness that was still present. "She was on her way, didn't she find you?"
Cullen nodded, "Yes, but I sent them to rest."
"They needed it. Marched non-stop from Therinfal." Talia agreed. She stepped closer to him as she spoke to get a better read on him, but stayed far enough away not to be obvious with her intentions.
Bull however, saw it all.
"Could you give me a report on what happened? That is unless you already reported to -"
"She didn't tell me anything." Bull said raising his hands in defeat.
"I left a report with the Nightingale when I got back." Talia said as she shifted to lean on her left leg, hand on her hip.
Her hair was unbrushed, but it still fell in silken waves about her shoulders. Her eyes were golden, just as Cullen remembered them, though the black kohl she wore around them seemed to be smudged out of place giving her a raccoon like appearance. His eyes locked onto the dried blood that was smeared on her cheek. "I'll get a copy." His eyes shifted again, though this time, to her swollen lip. "You hurt?"
"Nothing I couldn't handle Commander." Talia replied with a shrug.
"I am beginning to understand that." Cullen smiled, finally looking away. "Rest, and thank you. I will see about getting a copy of that report. Have a good night."
After he left, the room was silent. Even Talia's breathing seemed to be loud. The silence was painful. The dancer turned to Bull and rolled her eyes, "Just say it."
"Me? I don't need to say a damn thing."
Talia growled, "I need a bath."
"Why don't we get the Commander back here to help you with that?"
"Really?" She sighed, covering her face with a hand.
"Yes really. You are lucky I was here, he would have had you all alone. You may have had to let him in."