"By Andraste's..." His words were quiet, muttered under his breath. He coughed again, this time forcing himself to sound vastly more confident than he felt. "Would you like to dine together this evening?"

Perhaps that had been too formal.

"We could--at the tavern, or in my chambers, or... outside. Perhaps." He took a breath and closed his eyes, then smiled at her. "I wish to catch up as much as we are able. I have missed you dearly, and am glad to see you well. I also want to answer any lingering questions you may have about the Inquisition." He paused, then added, "Informally, if we may."