"If anyone ever accuses you of having no taste Inqui-...Cyril, then they're about as useful to you as a fart in a shack," Dorian said grinning because of course, he's handsome, Dorian knows a compliment when he hears it, though he's much less prepared to deal with the fact that he hasn't lost his dignity. Surface compliments are one thing, compliments on his quality of manner and self have always been a more complicated issue. In Tevinter it's about as relevant and important as the length of your big toe.

Fortunately Bull has a way of derailing the more complex matters of his personality to his physical attributes.

"Ah, well my ass is the gift that keeps on giving," and he took another sip of his coffee, because what else needed to be said about that? Physically Dorian has his gifts, the only thing his parents had really given him that was worth much of anything at all.

"Oh, even hangover headaches? Just pop in a few pills and be about your day, marvelous!"

Naturally, anything that could alleviate his pains was worth exploring.