"Kaffas," he groans. He tilts his head back to look up at the ceiling, as if offering a quick word of prayer to the Maker for patience. "It's impossible to speak with you."
Of course, Dorian says that, but he's done nothing to move away from the Bull, and neither does he seem inclined to do so. The Inquisitor may have asked the two of them along for their company, but her natural curiosity and eagerness to learn, to solve problems, fully has her attention. And she asked them along to protect her, and Dorian is confident that the two of them are tense enough to spring into action when necessary.
He adjusts his mask again – the thick material makes it a little difficult to breathe, but not impossibly so. Despite the discomfort, Dorian hasn't complained about it even once.
"How many of your waking moments are spent thinking about me? Or is it only when you're in my presence that you remember how sublime I am? Those pretty barmaids of yours would surely seethe with jealous, if they knew."
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Of course, Dorian says that, but he's done nothing to move away from the Bull, and neither does he seem inclined to do so. The Inquisitor may have asked the two of them along for their company, but her natural curiosity and eagerness to learn, to solve problems, fully has her attention. And she asked them along to protect her, and Dorian is confident that the two of them are tense enough to spring into action when necessary.
He adjusts his mask again – the thick material makes it a little difficult to breathe, but not impossibly so. Despite the discomfort, Dorian hasn't complained about it even once.
"How many of your waking moments are spent thinking about me? Or is it only when you're in my presence that you remember how sublime I am? Those pretty barmaids of yours would surely seethe with jealous, if they knew."