Being the sort around Skyhold most people avoided actually speaking with afforded Dorian the opportunity to overhear many things people normally wouldn't divulge to him, such as whispers regarding the terrible luck their dear Commander had had in regards to his posts. While reports were sketchy as to the outcome of the Fifth Blight, save the escapades of the Hero of Ferelden and their now king, he'd heard the Circle of Ferelden had been 'Annuled' during that time. 'Annulment' was horrifying, and also something enacted by Templars, if accounts were accurate. There was a reason he respected the abilities of their Commander.

And excuse you. He's never boasted about anything that wasn't thoroughly warranted. He's brilliant, has accomplished many things without the influence of his House, he's witty, charming, well-dressed, and damned gorgeous. Just appreciate it, Cullen.

His lip curled in a smile at Cullen's quip. The good Commander never did let himself relax nearly enough for Dorian's taste, but could play that game. "Yes, indeed. Some of us have rather versatile staves. Other have to make due with our sharpened bits of metal."

He laughed, deeply and heartily, at Cullen's remark. He did, indeed, enjoy the idea of proving the stuffy old hens of the southern Chantry wrong, and on many accounts. "Oh yes, and I too, would prefer to be known for something worthwhile, Cullen." His emphasis on the word was meant a bit of defense on his behalf, but he wasn't offended, and his tone didn't suggest otherwise.