He'd much rather do this himself than entrust it to anyone else -- privacy over convenience, every time -- but it would be nice if he didn't have to open every cupboard in the place to find fresh sheets and towels.

To make matters worse, the person in charge of such things apparently favors lavender in large quantities to scent the linens. Cullen scowls, shoves the three (three!) sachets in the back, of the cupboard, and wanders back to the tub.

And sneezes, sudden and sharp. "Less is more," he mutters, irate. "Have I mentioned how awful Orlais is?"