That seems a bit heavy on pretense, does it not? Pure is something I would say of a maiden in a shrine. A sister. Someone devoted to Andraste and the maker- a woman such as yourself is simply...discerning in her tastes and open about expressing them.

[He finds what he needs easily enough- grinds what spices she doesn't have from those he carries with him always, starts the stove and begins the slow saute of vegetables in a pan while he seasons the meat.]

Pure is...The girl that reads fortunes in flame, in this village. Pure is a child that has known no suffering. Pure is sacred.