[ It used to be that Dorian was suspicious as a rule -- every person he encountered would garner at least some level of distrust, would make him wonder, "Are they speaking with me for me, or for my social standing?" Granted, in his later years in Tevinter, his social standing was nothing of consequence, but that spark of doubt always remained, flickering at the back of his mind. It's a bad habit he's trying to break, and indeed, in a place as alien to him as this world is, he has no need of it. No one knows him here, after all, and unlike Skyhold, his heritage does not precede him. It's-- surprisingly freeing, even if his magic must be tightly reined.
He recognizes the man by face, though not yet by name, and knows him as friendly from their few encounters; it's not much of a surprise when the other man initiates conversation -- it rather seems as though they'd been leading up to this for some time, after all.
Which is why Dorian puts on one of his pleasant "this is my social smile" masks and nods to him. ]
Engrossing, to say the least. [ And with a nod to Warren's table, where his laptop sits, ] You seem quite absorbed, yourself.
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He recognizes the man by face, though not yet by name, and knows him as friendly from their few encounters; it's not much of a surprise when the other man initiates conversation -- it rather seems as though they'd been leading up to this for some time, after all.
Which is why Dorian puts on one of his pleasant "this is my social smile" masks and nods to him. ]
Engrossing, to say the least. [ And with a nod to Warren's table, where his laptop sits, ] You seem quite absorbed, yourself.