Galadriel offers him a long, silent look, as she considers his question. Her expression is polite and distant, but it is a look she holds for the sole purpose of masking her irritation. Despite herself, her feelings regarding the Templars in her room are all too apparent.

"A new dress?" she repeats thoughtfully. He is in a mood, one a bit too young and put-upon for elves of their years, but it is one with considerable promise. There are too many teeth in his smile.

"I cannot say I had considered it, but a change would be nice. Have you seen something suitable?" she asks and the last word hangs there, heavy with alternate meaning and disdain. Orlais is proving to be a trial, not least of all for the distinct trends in fashion.