All of that sounds so painfully familiar. As Dorian spoke about his Inquisitor, Cyril felt himself frowning as he reached up to touch the spot where the new fake arm met with his skin.

"It was," he admitted after a moment of quiet. He wasn't sure how this Dorain felt about his father. He knew that when he had met Lord Pavus Dorian had stayed with him a bit. It had left him conflicted but at least gave him some closure. He didn't know what the human Inquisitor had done in his stead.

Still, it wasn't exactly talking for when you're hungover, so he didn't ask about it.

"And you do not have to call me Inquisitor. I've retired. Officially, anyway."