And that was Dorian trying to put his clothes on, fortunately, he didn't have to take them off and he would not have been coordinated enough to even attempt it. He was dressed and laced up now, though he was far from immaculate or even as clean as he liked to be, but he'd have to do the walk of shame at some point and it wasn't even the good walk of shame. Bull smoothing his hair back was...unexpected and it was an improvement, but it was still a wavy, deflated mess.

Grabbing his boots and armor he plodded along carefully, he still wasn't at full capacity and it was early for Dorian so...along with a dull throbbing that was threatening to become a fully realized headache he was grateful for the coffee. He took a moment to observe the exchange between Bull and the Inquisitor with a raised eyebrow, more curious than anything before doing his best to properly greet the elf. Unfortunately, gentlemanly courtesies were out the window, considering the situation and his hands and arms preoccupied.

"Inquisitor Lavellan, yes?" meaning he was the same Dorian from before and remembered that they had spoken a few times, so not a total stranger to him. He inclined his head politely before finding a seat and depositing his armor and boots, "A distinct pleasure...as always."