Dorian is, in fact, quite stubborn and competitive, when the situation calls for it, which is why he heaves out another sigh, ignoring the warmth of his cheeks. Dorian is hardly a prude, but somehow, the Bull makes him feel like one.

"Fine." There's a touch of resignation in his voice when he utters the word. He pauses for a second, apparently judging that the Inquisitor and the rest of their party has wandered far enough ahead that they won't overhear Dorian's conversation with the Bull. Still, he quiets a little, just to avoid further involvement.

"I'm going to guess you're thinking of my staff." The answer is dripping with as much sarcasm as he can muster.