The sigh she gives as she takes her seat isn't really a pained one. More the response of someone that has been called out for looking remarkably like a very eccentric cousin and forced to confess the relation. Dorian was...well. Brilliant. Useful. An undeniable asset. And an intentionally irritating and dramatic ass when he felt like it. Which, so far as Cassandra had seen, was often to constantly.

"He would be one such magic user, yes. You would have met him in the last arena."