"Imagining me again?" Dorian asks with a laugh. He glances over, and while his smile isn't fully visible, there's still a hint of it at the corners of his eyes. He quirks an eyebrow. "Careful, Bull. You're making a habit of that.

"It was all horribly impractical and showy, as I'm sure you can tell. A duel in Tevinter was as much a battle as it was a performance. I doubt you would have approved of my sartorial choices or my accessories. I'm sure you'd tell me they were far too perilous to wear, were I to face an enemy in close quarters combat. I had this decorative earpiece in the shape of a snake that would curl around my ear, and I'm sure you'd remind me that an foe could yank it right out."

He traces the shell of his ear with his fingertip, tapping against the lobe.

"I was rather fond of my old necklaces, though. I would layer them together, and they were the perfect length so that my family's birthright would hang above them all."

And here, his hand falls to his sternum, just beneath the dip between his clavicles. He pauses, briefly wishing that Ponchard de Lieux might fall and expire in a ditch somewhere, before letting out a breath.

"I would look magnificent, though that goes without saying. I can only hope I inspired some budding artist to commit the image of me to canvas."