[ Dorian sighs, a hand going to his forehead -- almost as though he means to pull his hand through his hair, though he is far too stubborn to ruin his morning's work.

As it is, he steps back, giving Jacob a once over, nodding approvingly. ]

Passable. I was worried I would have to clothe you.

[ Solas clears his throat and arches an eyebrow at the other mage, tilting his head pointedly to one side, signifying the door. The Inquisitor could be an impatient woman, and considering Dorian had already delayed their leaving by a day in insisting he at least greet Jacob, she would hardly appreciate any further delays.

Dorian huffs out an exasperated breath, collecting his staff and traveling gear. As he's stepping out of the room, he turns back to look at Solas, then the detective, his expression solemn. ] Try not to be too miserable without me, gentlemen. And try not to get yourselves murdered, would you? The Inquisitor and Charlie would have my head.

[ And with that, he leaves, reminding Solas to lock up behind him when they depart. Solas merely sighs to himself before redirecting his attention to the detective. ]

I apologize for this, Detective. And for Dorian. He's quite anxious for this young man, considering what had happened to your mutual friend.