"To be perfectly honest, these days I can't really blame them. At least you know where you are with the Qun. They'll politely tell you they have no use for you anymore, before taking you permanently out of the picture. In Tevinter, they'll stab you in the back while smiling and asking you how the kids are, and isn't the weather lovely lately."

Dorian pressed some of his hair back into its style before leaning over and giving Bull an awkward, but appreciative, kiss on the cheek.

"I wish we could go back. Any Thedas at all feels more straight-forward than here. Maker, what depressing talk. We should obviously have dessert."