Dorian lets out a disgusted noise that makes Cassandra perk up a little, turning back to frown at them – though it's only discernible by the way her eyebrows knit together. Dorian waves her off, and while she watches the two of them for a heartbeat longer, her attention is redirected when the Inquisitor manages to open the door.

"There's a 'whose' involved, now. Lovely." His tone conveys the exact opposite of that sentiment, however. Normally, he'd break off from this conversation and forge ahead to see what the Inquisitor was up to, but he hears what sounds like genuine amusement in the Bull's voice – a marked change from the strain from only moments ago.

For now, he'll suffer through it, if only because the Bull seems to be feeling a little more like himself with it.

"Fine, fine. Does it belong to you?"