That he would invite it for his own ends, Cullen remembers. Would any ends be served if he reveals what he meant then, what he knows now? He thinks that there would be little to gain, for either of them; that the man in front of him would treat it a ridiculous accusation at best. Although if he did, and if he meant it, then perhaps that is a good sign for a different course.

"The Anders I last met had enough to atone for without empty pleas. I pray to the Maker that you can yet become someone other than him."

He steps towards the door then, in as wide a berth around Anders as the space will permit. For a person who so incessantly objects to Cullen's room being near his own at all Anders certainly has very few qualms about spending an incessantly long time in Cullen's room itself. About that - and about much else - Cullen can think of nothing conducive to add for the time being.

And so, a strategic retreat. He stops on the threshold, to glance over his shoulder.

"If I must stay here long enough to go back to any room, then this will be the one I choose. Do with that what you will."

Set it on fire, probably. Cullen tries not to follow more possibilities to their conclusion. Instead he walks out into the corridor.