Character: Dorian Pavus

Cole, be careful, please dance with daggers, when I throw myself on the fire.
- He won't hurt me. This is friendly fire.
- I think it means not what you think...

I hope he's careful with his fire throwing, huh?
- Willingly. And you be careful with their arrows.
- Namaycush me three straight in the eyes get.
- Now you can live in peace.

- These are your masters - they are all like Cohibas?
Not quite. Luminary a one of a kind. The original creature of the night, as it turned out.
- I mean, they're all crazy? Want to be gods? "MUA-ha-ha-ha"! Such?
- You mean it. No, not all, but enough.
- And you haven't killed them? Why?
- And still come new. The "stars" are not born, they become.

You gotta be kidding me not as tevinters.
- What needs to laugh tevinters?
It is cruel and stupid, something like that... [Guffaws.]
- Oh, no. So to not laugh, while a diploma of master of not getting it.
- I knew it! He lost me with gold.

- Do me a favor, Dorian? Let me know if you're going to surrender to the demons and stuff.
And how do you imagine it? I go down the road and - BAM! daemon. "Let him that is..." No, of course this can happen with all my experience... But you can accidentally poke in the eye with an arrow.
- It will warn or not?
- I will, of course. But only a great friendship.

- "Love is not enough". For what is enough? You didn't explain, Dorian.
And I really hope that it's finished.
- He's in the audience, watching me pass. So proud tears in the eyes. All that he was happy, whatever. Why has it become true?
- Cole, this... is not a suitable topic for conversation. Please, don't.
- I'm hurting you, Dorian. Words twist, you know, sore. You said you can ask.
- I remember. You just asked about... very personal.
- But you're hurt. I want to help, but all mixed up with love. Cannot dissolve without breaking. You too keep it tight. Allow yourself to hurt, I think that pain is you. Why so?
- Appease someone, huh? Kick back in the Shade or anywhere?

Dorian, you said you can ask.
- Right. Said.
- Why are you angry at father? He wants to help, you know that, but...
- I don't know whether to tell you.
- You love him, but angry. And mixes, lives in the stomach and konchaetsja into a ball.
- Sometimes... sometimes love is not enough, Cole.

Dorian, you feel a drop Shadow around when you read the spell? They accumulate beyond the Veil, shrink force, and then break on the Sunny side.
- So, when I throw a bunch of fire, it's just the Shadow says "ku-ku"?
- No, she's not talking.
If she ever said something other than "burn to ashes, damn it," I don't want to listen.

- You started to smile a lot, Dorian.
- I always smile. People like that, and no wonder. I have perfect teeth.
- You are always dreamily looking into the distance?
Depends on how soon dinner.

- What are you looking at me like that, Dorian?
- Trying to imagine you in a dress.
- Try-try. If uncle hasn't failed me in his rites, then you certainly do not Shine.

- You have a skirt picked out, boys, chromatic.
- It's not a skirt.
- If the screw not in this skirt, I then do not complain.

- In ancient Tevinter this place was called Wine Hadaly. Means "vellus hair from the ass."
Really? Who is it so called?
- Some fan to contemplate behinds. You know these masters.
- "Annoying sand in his pants" would be more accurate.
- Oh, ancient, ancient. Not guessed.
- It is not translated.
Well, it is, of course, true... but look around. It just may not mean.

- I'm curious, Dorian: have you ever met a Black Priest?
- Saw him once at the ball, but unable to communicate. He had to leave early because of the murder.
- Tried to kill him?
- It? What do you think you are, he killed the Magister. Just didn't want to wait until the dance is over.

- Come on, varrick, just answer the question.
My mother didn't raise fools. Powersonic. Did not think of this.
- You do have an opinion! And you're a dwarf! Completely unbiased, able to judge.
- Yes, even all the gold Orzammar promise, I'm not going to answer the question, what mage in Inquisition best dressed.