No, they aren't but... [If red lyrium was a problem, then could she truly trust Varric to keep his nose out of it? Demons might have avoided him, but she couldn't say the same of the dwarf when it came to that particular intrigue.]

I suppose it doesn't matter. I trust your judgement. [She wasn't sure why. She still had no idea if she truly could trust the man. But as she had concluded earlier, there wasn't much damage he could do to her here.]

[At the very least, she could allow herself some small amount of amusement. She snorted at the idea of Cullen (the Cullen she remembered, she hoped) naked. She couldn't say she was surprised that Varric was involved. Maker only knew the sort of messes Varric had gotten her into.]

So. The world is falling apart and Varric can still strip a man down? Some things never change, do they?