"So... you're a priest? Or are you not one yet?" she asked, curious as to just how religious Dee might be. Her connections with the Chantry made Imenry aware of everything she said, especially when Dee asked her questions. But at the same time, she didn't feel uncomfortable, and very much enjoyed the young woman's personality. She seemed a rather happy sort, and it was refreshing to be around someone who was in such a good mood.
"So how exactly do you get in trouble with this Grand Cleric?" she raised a brow and grinned, hoisting herself up to sit atop one of the barrels. "Is it just that you ask too many questions?" She would imagine that the Chantry wouldn't want too many of those, seeing as not everything could handily be explained away by the power of the Maker or whatever other rot they spouted.
She chuckled softly as Dee spoke of Orlais. "I have to admit... I didn't visit any museums while I was there... or see any productions. I have a feeling that my idea of entertaining is a great deal different than their's." She smirked slightly, then blinked and stared. "Wait... you mean their... Chevaliers... wear perfume? How manly..."
She was silent as Dee told her story, but the look on her face changed, from horrified, to sympathetic, to downright laughter. "Poofy!? That's terrible! It must have only been because you love her that you even agreed to put it on in the first place!" She shook her head, laughing again. "I've never worn a dress, not even as a girl. It sounds awful. But you're right, that the tale is rather funny now that you tell it."
She looked surprised though, at Dee's final declaration. "Denerim? Really..? Why is that?"