"Sera says I'm not very Vinty, anyway." Dorian's mouth pulled up at the side. Both because Bull's little pejorative had stuck on with half the Inquisition, and because she'd been right. They'd all been right about him.

There'd been a time he almost found it insulting, the way they spoke of him like being different was what made him tolerable. He still loved his country. But they were right. He'd been born ... different. Different didn't always fare well in Tevinter. Tevinter preferred things to work by tradition. It was why they were so friendly with the Dwarves.

"I did want to see you naked very badly."

Dorian darted his eyebrows at Bull.

"I was not disappointed. As it turns out, I like a huge rack much more than I always thought I did."