To be included in something so ribald, I feel honored.
[Of course you would, Dorian, you have that kind of humor, not that he would judge anyone on what ever they decided to keep locked under their bed. In fact that's where Dorian keeps his booze and his new clothing and grooming equipment...anything that really means a damn to him or has any sort of personal value. Of course there are some things that won't fit, like his staff, but you'd have to be daft to touch it, but still...some things have sentimental value.
As for John's clothing, well Dorian had been in a similar situation when he arrived, again he wasn't in a position to judge. John actually didn't get the worst of the worst of it, the way he dressed, the colors he chose, it was a look. The only position the mage was in was to look flattering as hell. The snake motifs were everywhere and who wasn't threatened by spiked spurs on the heel of a boot. It's so Tevinter. Plus he was a fan of the side boob, not hiding the fact that he could be quite a show off.]
Is that you're way of saying "please stay, your absence is more potent to me than the presence of a thousand people"? [Lay it on thick Dorian. But he's always been as flattering of himself as of others, perhaps more so, no need to bolster his ego and no way to strip it down either.
Still he's well aware of what John is tipping at.] I was a good boy apparently, when I got back I found this and a few armor sets on my bed, some wine, and decent meals. It was a pleasant surprise...wasn't all good though, found a hart leashed right outside of my capsule.
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[Of course you would, Dorian, you have that kind of humor, not that he would judge anyone on what ever they decided to keep locked under their bed. In fact that's where Dorian keeps his booze and his new clothing and grooming equipment...anything that really means a damn to him or has any sort of personal value. Of course there are some things that won't fit, like his staff, but you'd have to be daft to touch it, but still...some things have sentimental value.
As for John's clothing, well Dorian had been in a similar situation when he arrived, again he wasn't in a position to judge. John actually didn't get the worst of the worst of it, the way he dressed, the colors he chose, it was a look. The only position the mage was in was to look flattering as hell. The snake motifs were everywhere and who wasn't threatened by spiked spurs on the heel of a boot. It's so Tevinter. Plus he was a fan of the side boob, not hiding the fact that he could be quite a show off.]
Is that you're way of saying "please stay, your absence is more potent to me than the presence of a thousand people"? [Lay it on thick Dorian. But he's always been as flattering of himself as of others, perhaps more so, no need to bolster his ego and no way to strip it down either.
Still he's well aware of what John is tipping at.] I was a good boy apparently, when I got back I found this and a few armor sets on my bed, some wine, and decent meals. It was a pleasant surprise...wasn't all good though, found a hart leashed right outside of my capsule.