Dorian had some interaction with this Inquisitor, enough to know that he was the Inquisitor and that there was a Dorian where this Inquisitor was from as well so in some capacity they knew one another. He was also aware that he and this other Dorian were not too dissimilar and therefore he should present himself accordingly...and that's how it was.

"You didn't tell me the Inquisitor was the person you were..." not like it came up in conversation, even though they kind of skimmed over Bull sharing his space, he might have said with whom, but would that have been any fun. Probably not. It didn't stop him from looking mutinous.

"Wait, wait..."Dorian said trying to peel out of the bathroom, looking very much like a shade demon, hunched over with a blanket pulled over his head. He lacked the same gliding prowl of a shade, his movement was more like a stuttering, drunken lurch for thbe bedroom to find his clothing. It was an akward situation trying to hold the blanket up while dunking his head into his shirt, more awkward still was the fact that he was trying to go through the arm and not the collar...easy to do when you wore side boob clothing.

It was a valiant effort for a man who still felt like he'd been tossed around by a bogfisher and all the while select, token phrases could be heard coming from his general direction, a murmuring of "vishante kaffas."