Dorian Pavus/Dialogue

Dorian Pavus' dialogue contains a list of conversations he has with his companions.

Dorian and Blackwall

 * Dorian: A Grey Warden recruiter. That sounds interesting.
 * Blackwall: It's not easy finding people willing to shoulder such a terrible responsibility.
 * Dorian: Here I thought you poked around prisons, hunting for murderers desperate to escape the noose.
 * Blackwall: That's that you think of the Wardens?
 * Dorian: It's not such a terrible thing. Some of my best friends are murderers.
 * Blackwall: They are men and women, atoning for what they've done by giving of themselves. They fight for people like you. People in silks and velvets. Who talk...and judge.
 * Dorian: Who's judging now?
 * Blackwall: I know your kind.

Dorian and Iron Bull

 * Dorian: I hope it doesn't bother you to travel alongside a "Vint," Iron Bull.
 * Iron Bull: That what you are? You people all kind of look the same to me.
 * Dorian: I'm also a mage. Would you prefer me bound and leashed?
 * Iron Bull: I'd buy you dinner first.
 * Dorian: Hopefully before you sewed my mouth shut.
 * Iron Bull: Depends how much you keep yapping.

(If neither is in a romance with the Inquisitor)
 * Iron Bull: So, Dorian, about last night...
 * Dorian: (Sighs) Discretion isn't your thing, is it?
 * Iron Bull: Three times! Also, do you want those silky underthings back, or did you leave those like a token? Or...wait, did you "forget" them so you'd have an excuse to come back? You sly dog!
 * Dorian: If you choose to leave your door unlocked like a savage, I may or may not come.
 * Iron Bull: Speak for yourself.

Dorian and Sera

 * Dorian: Where did you get all those arrows, Sera? You've got hundreds.
 * Sera: From your arse!
 * Dorian: Well my arse should open up a shop! Apparently it's quite prolific.


 * Dorian: Indulge me, Sera. What do you think of when I say "demon?"
 * Sera: Arrows.
 * Dorian: Fine. "Magister?"
 * Sera: Arrows.
 * Dorian: Not helpful. But given our history, I'll accept it. "Thaumaturgy?"
 * Sera: What?
 * Dorian: Magical endeavors. Helpful wonders.
 * Sera: Ohhh. Arrows.
 * Dorian: (Sighs.)


 * Sera: You don't laugh like a Tevinter.
 * Dorian: How is a Tevinter supposed to laugh, exactly?
 * Sera: Cruel and stupid, like... (cackles.)
 * Dorian: Oh no. You're not allowed to laugh like that until you get your magister license.
 * Sera: Knew it! Varric owes me a sovereign.

Dorian and Solas

 * Dorian: Solas, I take it you study spirits?
 * Solas: I do.
 * Dorian: Back in my homeland, we keep spirits as servants.
 * Solas: So I've been told.
 * Dorian: The things they can be made to be are quite marvelous, you should see them.
 * Solas: The Tevinter Imperium is not the safest place for an elf.
 * Dorian: Ah, yes. Point taken.