He brow wrinkled, lips pressing together, but before he could say anything, Dorian had moved on and he decided to let it slip. He had said he would leave it be and... he wasn't the man's Inquisitor, was he?

Wasn't his friend, from the mage's point-of-view.

He would need to learn to accept that, sooner or later.

Do his caring from a distance.

He snorted lowly, not quite a laugh, not quite a sigh, and nodded.

"I thought you'd never ask."