"In all fairness," he says, and there's no reluctance to his voice – only a simple statement of fact, "there is quite a bit we don't understand about magic. Do you remember what I said the other day, about the Inquisition tampering with mysterious forces? It's quite like that, but on a larger scale – one that encompasses every Circle of Magi in Thedas. We think we know what we're doing, but all we're really doing is stumbling around a dark library with a single lit candle."
Solas, for instance, gives off the air that he finds Dorian's knowledge of and skill with magic rather quaint, as though Dorian knows only enough to fill a thimble, compared to Solas. What an insufferable man.
"That being said, I would hesitate to call myself bad at anything. Less knowledgeable, perhaps, and eager to learn, but going so far as to say I'm bad at it? A few steps too far. So, no, I won't admit to a 'weak spot', as you've called it."
His smirk isn't visible, but the Bull can still probably see it in the way his eyebrow has quirked, can probably still hear it in the lilt of his voice. "That's six yes or no questions, by the way."
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Solas, for instance, gives off the air that he finds Dorian's knowledge of and skill with magic rather quaint, as though Dorian knows only enough to fill a thimble, compared to Solas. What an insufferable man.
"That being said, I would hesitate to call myself bad at anything. Less knowledgeable, perhaps, and eager to learn, but going so far as to say I'm bad at it? A few steps too far. So, no, I won't admit to a 'weak spot', as you've called it."
His smirk isn't visible, but the Bull can still probably see it in the way his eyebrow has quirked, can probably still hear it in the lilt of his voice. "That's six yes or no questions, by the way."