[Dorian's lip curls in a smirk, but there's an edge to his gaze that suggests it's more than just a joke. Granted, the Quarantine had nothing on Emprise du Lion, a region of Thedas so cold it made one willing to stand near to tainted lyrium, a deadly poison, just to keep warm. Granted, he'd also seemed like the only person with a problem with that place also, but none of them were here to protest or tease him for his discomfort.
That being said, Cisco had a point and he nodded appreciatively as he turned his gaze out to the field. It was strange, being so open about it. In Tevinter, such relations weren't frowned upon...unless you were the heir apparent and only living son of one of the most powerful houses in the Senate, were expected to marry and breed, and refused to play along and spend your life screaming on the inside. It was an imperfection for such scions, and imperfections were not to be tolerated. Here, it was cold, he was depressingly far from home and the exceedingly few friends he'd made there...but he was free. It was, at times, a small comfort, but a comfort nonetheless.]
It is, at that, though, [And, his smirk returning, Dorian looked back to Cisco slyly.] I'm surprised to find you alone. Did playing matchmaker finally sour on your tongue?
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[Dorian's lip curls in a smirk, but there's an edge to his gaze that suggests it's more than just a joke. Granted, the Quarantine had nothing on Emprise du Lion, a region of Thedas so cold it made one willing to stand near to tainted lyrium, a deadly poison, just to keep warm. Granted, he'd also seemed like the only person with a problem with that place also, but none of them were here to protest or tease him for his discomfort.
That being said, Cisco had a point and he nodded appreciatively as he turned his gaze out to the field. It was strange, being so open about it. In Tevinter, such relations weren't frowned upon...unless you were the heir apparent and only living son of one of the most powerful houses in the Senate, were expected to marry and breed, and refused to play along and spend your life screaming on the inside. It was an imperfection for such scions, and imperfections were not to be tolerated. Here, it was cold, he was depressingly far from home and the exceedingly few friends he'd made there...but he was free. It was, at times, a small comfort, but a comfort nonetheless.]
It is, at that, though, [And, his smirk returning, Dorian looked back to Cisco slyly.] I'm surprised to find you alone. Did playing matchmaker finally sour on your tongue?