Brown hair. Crooked nose. Average lips. Great body but that isn't it. Dorian narrowed his eyes, trying to get a better look. The tattoos (Valislin where they?) were fascinating but not unique to this man. The pointed ears are adorable and biteable (the main theme of his fantasies) but still not that thing.

"Dorian? Do you need something?"

Shit. Lie.

"Hm? Oh yes. I was just wondering if you were injured in that last fight, Herald."

"Oh… no, no I'm okay. Ma serannas."

Was it the elvish? No, the Herald wasn't the only elf he's ever met. The sword? No, it probably only means he's compensating for 'something'. Dorrian snickered to himself at his own stupid joke.

"Hey Sparkler, can I talk to you for a sec?" Varric cut through his thoughts.

"Of course my good dwarf. What can I do for you?

"Listen… I don't want to make this awkward, but… you're staring rather obviously at our lord Herald over there. I think even he's noticed it."

"Has he? That's a little awkward."

"So, why are you staring?" But Dorian didn't hear Varric's question. At that moment Alenax turned back to look at the two of them and as he did, the sunlight caught his eyes and made them look impossibly green and bright.

"It's his eyes!" Dorian yelled without thinking.

"My… eyes?" Alenax asked, eyebrow raised and a slight pink tinge coloring his cheeks. For him being so hard to read, he really has no control over his blush.

"Your eyes. They are unbelievably green and honestly I've been mesmerized by them this entire trip." While he was just being honest, Dorian may also have been looking to see how deep he could get that blush to go.

Alenax surprised Dorian though, and while he did blush, he still managed to shoot back a reply. "My eyes though? I rather thought you've been staring at my ass this whole time." With a sexy smirk and devilish wink, Alenax turned to face forward and continued down the path without looking back. Dorian couldn't help it but now he was staring at that ass, with the slightest of blushes still on his cheeks.