He keeps his head down. Takes another breath in, and out.

Whatever's going to happen --

It isn't happening in Lirene's. That's what matters.

He cannot let the passing denizens of Lowtown see a templar brought down. Cullen straightens, turns, wishes he had a helmet to hide behind.

He's Meredith's mouthpiece? He'll do his job. "The Wardens should inform the Viscount's office upon deciding to conduct maneuvers within Kirkwall." It's as blank and foreboding as he can make it.

He is also not meeting her eyes.