[ For all that Dorian fusses about the climate, and the food, and all the barbaric practices and people of the south... Well, perhaps Bull has his over-large finger on the pulse, even if Dorian refuses to admit it in so many words: there is something alluring about all the muck and mire.
Not the muck on Alistair's boots, mind you. But after years of Dorian's parents attempting to marry him off to the most well-bred women of Tevinter, slumming around with a Warden is refreshing. Perfectly in line with his notorious rebellious streak, even if he's not having as many brothel orgies these days.
And, in case Alistair hadn't noticed--which Dorian would put money on--he's not at all bad to look at.
Dorian's nose crinkles momentarily at the muddy boots, but there are more pressing matters to attend to, like pouring them both a generous glass of whatever watered-down red they've been given. ]
I wouldn't dream of starting without knowing the occasion for the--what was it?--quarter wheel of cheese and seven glasses of wine. [ Eating one's feelings, as Alistair has said. Something Dorian has never done in his life, obviously.
He pushes Alistair's glass across the table to him, curling his fingers around the stem of his own. ] Has some pretty girl run off with the Warden's heart?
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Not the muck on Alistair's boots, mind you. But after years of Dorian's parents attempting to marry him off to the most well-bred women of Tevinter, slumming around with a Warden is refreshing. Perfectly in line with his notorious rebellious streak, even if he's not having as many brothel orgies these days.
And, in case Alistair hadn't noticed--which Dorian would put money on--he's not at all bad to look at.
Dorian's nose crinkles momentarily at the muddy boots, but there are more pressing matters to attend to, like pouring them both a generous glass of whatever watered-down red they've been given. ]
I wouldn't dream of starting without knowing the occasion for the--what was it?--quarter wheel of cheese and seven glasses of wine. [ Eating one's feelings, as Alistair has said. Something Dorian has never done in his life, obviously.
He pushes Alistair's glass across the table to him, curling his fingers around the stem of his own. ] Has some pretty girl run off with the Warden's heart?