Dorian lets out a noise that sounds suspiciously like an ugh, and he shakes his head. He's not sure what it says about himself that he knew the Iron Bull would've instantly gravitated in that direction. For now, Dorian would prefer to assume that it only means he has a decent idea of how the Bull's mind works – at least where his thoughts about Dorian are concerned.

"Why do I get the strong feeling that your answer is going to make me want to slap you?"

He lets out another exasperated breath before feigning a pensive air.

"Well, that at least narrows things down considerably, I suppose. Eighth question: are you thinking of my legs?"