"I saw him again in Redcliffe, the Trevelyan boy. He stood in front of me with piercing eyes and a smug grin that has remained unchanged since we were children.
I do not use piercing lightly.
They looked at me, then through me, not recognizing who I was. I didn't dare remind him then. Who would trust the scrawny, frightened boy with a chipped tooth to be of any use now?" -From the journal of Dorian Pavus during the Redcliffe Mage Occupation.
"I'll protect you, I said of all things.
I had immediately given myself away by reciting the same foolish line I did as a young boy. Me protect him? Regret came on swift wings as his eyes gave away his thoughts. I had been found out. Whatever suit of emotional armor I had decided to put on to save myself from eventual rejection has already been cracked. How hard will I need to pray to the Maker in order not to fall to pieces when he discovers my true self?"
-From the journal of Dorian Pavus before the attack on Haven.
"We kissed.
I half-expected it to be out of curiosity. To touch another man's lips with your own for the first time is a thrilling experience for any gender, I would imagine, but it was not a playful gesture of friendly affection nor a forced act that was jerked away from in utter disgust. It was...soft. He smiled with fingers running through my hair, down my sides, and past my buttocks to give the flesh a gentle squeeze. Still holding me close, he looked me in the eyes and said, "Your mustache tickles."
Of course, before I could either laugh or feel fully insulted, he kissed me again. It seems as if time can stand still without magic after all." -From the journal of Dorian Pavus while at Skyhold.