"Hah!" the Qunari barks out in a booming laugh. "Try telling that to my pal, Dorian. He'd fight you on that one."

Bull's circus-themed pants, yeah. Dorian had plenty to say about them.

"Quintus. Name's familiar." He's the man who had tried to help Shepard on the rooftop after she'd had one too many to drink, drowning her sorrows and making a bit of a scene by throwing glass bottles at the barrier. "Jane. She's got some spunk to her for someone so tiny."