"Bull," Dorian says, exasperated, like he's speaking with a very small child who refuses to stop putting foreign objects up his nose. "You're meant to ask yes or no questions."

He sighs, then, realizing that the Bull will simply continue to bend the rules. Dorian runs over the other man's comments again, head tipped back a little as he thinks. After some consideration, he holds up a hand and starts ticking off his answers on his fingers.

"No, it's not Tevinter. And no, it's not Orlais." He lifts two more fingers. "That's four questions down, so you know."

Dorian pauses, lips pressed together. Thedas is a large place, after all, and he wonders if he ought to provide a hint. It's only fair, he decides, considering the Bull had guided him on his slightly lewder round.

"It's a famous location I've yet to visit." After another considering pause, he adds, "I feel you would hate it in there."