He might even welcome Dorian tearing his clothes off and having his way with him on this bed. Let the empire fall, at least it would be a night to remember, but no, they have to be responsible. Also people would die or something. Sen sighs wishing this moment between them could last, but, they could be alone when this was all over.

Sen would start unbuckling his own shirt from the throat to naval to throw the casual shirt he wore around skyhold aside. He was compliant to put on the attire, sliding his arms through the sleeves, letting Dorian buckle parts for him. The one thing he was thankful for in all of this was he was going to be able to wear his heritage so openly. It'd probably create some sort of fuss but it would be one of those times that it might be to their benefit.

The offer does get him to finally smile a bit, rare as it had been in the last few days. "I'd never say no to a dance with you, Vhenan," Sen said as he reached over to the overly large sash and cape. It was made of silk brocade, a fabric he had grown fond of for the blue hue of it, with silver embroidery in Mythal's marks. The cape would drape over one shoulder and pinned in place with a symbol of the Inquisition. He looked to Dorian, holding out the sash; "I'll need some help tying this if you don't mind."