Dorian makes the logical leap – the Bull is talking about Seheron, then. Or, perhaps more accurately, the Bull is thinking about Seheron, considering he didn't offer much of a response to Dorian's question at all. The lack of an answer is unsurprising, at this point; for as much as the Bull seems to enjoy prying truth out of the people around him, he's never quite as forthcoming with it, himself.

Now, however, isn't exactly the time to try and probe the Bull for more information. The name of the game, at the moment, is distraction. Filling in the terrible, yawning silence. Dorian files the information away, however.

Dorian continues crawling through the narrow space, chewing over the Bull's final question. He had not, in fact, considered it. For one, utilizing the Inquisition's resources, tying up someone else's time with answering his personal questions feels selfish. For another—

Well. If he's honest, as much as he knows the answer, he almost doesn't want the concrete confirmation. A small, whimsical part of him almost wants to leave open the possibility that Felix had survived; that he was in hiding somewhere, biding his time before making his triumphant return.

"I'll consider it," he says slowly. "Though I'm sure her time and efforts are better spent elsewhere."