While Dorian did enjoy talking about himself, the less they had to discuss this aspect of his life, the better. There was no levity to no one's surprise he was too hungover to talk on things as serious as his deceased father and his new appointments, things they both probably knew something about anyway. It seems that while the Inquisitor of their worlds might be different the circumstances were not.

While in the middle of taking his sip of the hot beverage he'd been given Cyril suggested that he didn't have to call him the Inquisitor and then Bull injected and Dorian inhaled the beverage before he could even stop himself. More of a reflex than anything, it was hot, it went down the wrong way. He set the mug down immediately coughing and making a hand gesture that would say, no, you don't have to before he could choke the words out...which he finally managed to do, "no...no you uh...should have your secrets, yeah? Perfectly fine being in the dark with some things."

Including pet names.