Gaaah, now you have me wondering.
The fact that his food is scotch bonnet candy makes me think he'll be blunt, but I also expect him to be utterly unprepared to recognize flirting for what it is.
(WARNING: SCHMOOPY NONESENSE AHEAD. IT'S LATE HERE I SHOULD SLEEP SOON.)
INQUISITOR: So, I was wondering...
SOLAS: About what? Did you want me to look at your hand again?
INQUISITOR: That's alright. This more... personal than that.
SOLAS: ... More personal than your hand.
INQUISITOR: [BLUSHES] A different kind of personal.
SOLAS: [FROWNS]
INQUISITOR: [SIGHS] Did you want to get dinner with me?
SOLAS: Is it that time already? I could have sworn we had a few more hours...
INQUISITOR: No! I mean, yes, we do, but--
SOLAS: Are you hungry now? Do the cooks serve meals before their allotted times?
INQUISITOR: I want to have a private dinner with you.
SOLAS: [BLINKING] I--what?
INQUISITOR: [FACEPALM] A date, Solas. I'm asking you out on the closest thing to a date we can do while in Skyhold.
SOLAS: [MORE BLINKING] A date?
INQUISITOR: Yes or no, Solas.
SOLAS: I--um--yes! I mean, of course, I'd... I'd love to have a private dinner-date with you.
INQUISITOR: [RELIEVED SIGH] Great! [STARTS WALKING BACKWARDS TOWARD DOOR] Meet me in my quarters at dinner time! [BUMPS INTO DESK] [HITS ELBOW ON DOORFRAME] [STUMBLES OUT OF THE ROOM] No take-backs!
SOLAS: [SHAKING HIS HEAD] [SOFTLY] I couldn't dream of it.