A sudden, crooked smile, then.

"Had to find something that wasn't templar armor, didn't I."

He rubs the back of his neck. "Got dragged into a master armorer's workshop. This... somebody'd had it made up, special order, and never came back for it. Thought it suited. -- I mean, thought it would do. Since we knew the Conclave would happen in Haven. Appropriate for the climate."

(When he gets nervous, or awkward, or -- paradoxically -- thoroughly comfortable, he sounds far more like he came from southern Ferelden.)