"Mm," Dorian murmured before standing and peering up at Bull.

"No. I like it. But I'm not sure that I'm allowed to. Does that make sense? You look good. Very good. But that's not what that outfit is for, is it? Especially not to look good for some too-precious Tevinter brat. I wouldn't want to insult you, or disrespect you. But I can't guess what might. That's still part of your history, and your culture."

Whether or not Bull was, for all intents and purposes, Tal Vashoth.