He met Dorian's eyes, and held them for a long moment - string of heartbeats where it seemed like he might keep trying - but then he took a breath, and straightened up from the railing.

"Alright, Dorian. I understand. I don't like it... but I understand."

He hadn't liked the man's decision to leave Skyhold either, but he'd understood why he'd wanted to. Why he needed to. And given his own time, Dorian had partly come around.

Perhaps he would again.

"If you change your mind, I'm-- we're here."

And if he didn't, surely there wouldn't be any harm in keeping an eye on the escort.