Blackwall and the Iron Bull were sitting pretty bored on a rock while waiting for Dorian and Elaine to translate some old tevinterian plate.
Dorian turned to the two warriors for a moment and then back to Elaine again. "I just don't unterstand why you fancy some short, hairy beast.", he said casual.
"Hey!", Blackwall revolted from the background.
Elaine smirked at him. "Well I don't think someone who fancies large, horned beast can relate to this.", she said calmly. Dorians cheeks turned reddish when he heard the Iron Bulls loud, rough laughter. "Touché.", he said with a smile.