"I did," he says, somewhat stiffly. "I." He swallows. "I don't suppose you'd have any advice, would you?"
The Lady Warden's words to him after his confession at Redcliffe come to mind at that moment. He should probably tell her--Dani, that is--that's what he should do.
But those things don't matter anymore; their prior lives are done with and over. Isn't that what they said? Even if he did tell her, it wouldn't even really matter to begin with.
"I'm not very good with women," he admits, finally.