The hand in his takes him a little by surprise - frankly, the situation is so awkward all around that he isn't sure what to do with himself. But he can't deny her anything, and the familiarity of it helps warm him as much as the fire.

Dorian is gone before he can even give the man his parka back.

"Well, that was pleasant," he mutters. He can't blame him. Cullen sighs and rubs at the back of his neck with his free hand. "Hopefully he won't catch cold out there..."