"They're particular. If you feel that makes they tyrannical, you clearly have no sense of compromise." Because, quite like living with Dorian, 'compromise' was an illusion when living with a cat. It was their way or no way.

This was still too new, too...odd for Dorian to be overly comfortable with the contact, and he swallows at the Bull's touch, masking his unease with a laugh the bloody Qunari would most likely see through, but hopefully would have the decency not to point it out. "Are you suggesting my caress is euphoric? If so, please, do go on."

He rolled his eyes at the mention of the gathering at the Winter Palace, shaking his head. "It was at Josephine's behest, Bull. We were, after all, representing our heretical organization. We had to make a good impression, and the Inquisitor insisted on bringing you along 'because he's good at reading people', she said."