That was kinda what I had in mind.
Or, he could know *exactly* what they are, and is looking forward to watching you try them on.
CULLEN: [SLAMS OPEN THE DOOR OF VARRIC'S ROOM] [RUSHED] I think I might have a nefarious plot but I need help.
VARRIC: [QUILL HOVERING OVER BLANK PIECE OF PAPER] [STARES] You have my attention.
CULLEN: I need to know where to purchase... jewelry.
VARRIC: [FROWNING] Are... you proposing to Inky?
CULLEN: No! [FLUSHES] I-I mean, not yet. I mean, one day, maybe--
VARRIC: [HOLDS UP HANDS] Alright, alright. So, what kind of jewelry? Necklaces, earrings, noserings...
CULLEN: [CLEARS THROAT] Um, higher than her, uh, navel, lower than her neck.
VARRIC: [EYES NARROW] Cullen. Are you talking about the tassels a few of the workers at the Out Inn were wearing?
CULLEN: [SHIFTILY] Perhaps...?
VARRIC: [BLINKS] [BREAKS INTO A SMILE] Oh, this is fantastic. I know just the place.
Later that week...
INQUISITOR: [SLOWLY STEPS INTO CULLEN'S ROOM] [CLOSES DOOR BEHIND HER] So, Cullen.
CULLEN: [BLINKS UP FROM HIS DESK] [FROWNS] Why are you wearing that robe?
INQUISITOR: Your note said you wanted me to wear your gift the next time I came over. [EYES NARROW]
CULLEN: [BLINKS INNOCENTLY] [PUSHES HIMSELF TO HIS FEET] Yes...?
INQUISITOR: [FIGHTING A SMILE] You know what they are.
CULLEN: [SLINKS OVER TO HER] My dear. [SLOWLY WRAPS HIS FINGERS IN HER ROBE] I know exactly what they are.
[THE ROBE POOLS AROUND THEIR FEET]