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You do realize I didn't have much room to speak of when travelling before the Inquisition, right?

[ Though back then, he had to limit himself to a few sets of robes and little else. Now, he's free to indulge, and it's getting a bit out of hand at this point, though he's not sorry. Modern fashions are just so malleable! Dorian sighs wistfully, wrapping his hands around one of Bull's perfectly-tailored arms. ]

Maker, I suppose I will find some way to manage. [ Yes. It's absolutely difficult in this exact moment. He is such a tortured soul. ]

[ The Bull chuckles at that, shaking his head. ]

Sure, and a year to make up for it, right?

[ Bull had no qualms with believing he was sexy, too many people lusted after him, but he also didn't have any pretenses about being the pretty one, or even pretty in the first place. ]

I believe in you.

[ His laugh is airy, but genuine in nature. They can tease him all they'd like about his wardrobe, because at the end of the day, he knows he looks good and he's got impeccable taste. Dorian can't help that his grasp strays, fingers gliding over the silky fabric encompassing Bull's bicep.

The impulsive part of him wants to say fuck the theater and save it for Bull, instead. However, Bull went through all this trouble, and Dorian is more touched at the gesture than he's letting on.

Someone is taking him to the theater. In public. In complementary suits. How could he ever think of passing that up? ]

You look very dashing, Bull, I must say. You clean up rather nicely. Ah, your eye patch even matches.

Yeah, well, I learned how to accessorize from the most stylish person in the Inquisition.

[ He raised an eyebrow at the comment, though. ]

"Dashing" huh?

Have you taken a look at yourself in the mirror?

[ Do they need to take him to Dorian's full-length mirror.. because he will. People will be envious of him dangling off Bull's arm. ]

[ He smirks, shaking his head. ]

Once or twice, sure, and I'm dead sexy. I never argued that point.

[ He begins directing the two of them toward the shuttle, though. ]

Tell you what, big guy. You can drive your point home all night long, but we're going to miss dinner if we don't get down there.

Dinner?

[ Dorian's expression flicks briefly to one of surprise. Disbelief, even. Dinner out with friends was one thing, but being seen in public with another man, clearly on a date? No one has ever.. He covers the disbelief with a suave and carefree smile. ]

I'll see to it that my point is thoroughly undebatable.

Yeah. [ He caught that, Dorian, but he's not going to point it out. That would ruin the evening. ]

Hey, what'd I tell you last time? I'd get you a present, right?

I assume dinner is the present?

[ Because there couldn't possibly be more. Bull was already taking him to the theater, too. Anything else seems like a bit much. ]

[ Bull smiles, but shakes his head slightly.]

Nope. If you think about what we were talking about, you'd get what the present is.

We talked about a great many things, Bull. If it is what I think, then I'm flattered.

[ He smirks as he pulls the door to the shuttle closed. ]

Yeah? What do you think it is?

[ Dorian settles into his seat, scrutinizing Bull's face. ]

I see you're wearing the shade we discussed.

[ He smiles, nodding as he sets in their destination. ]

Yeah. Glad I asked about the time of day shit, though.

[ Cool. So the after-party rope will still be a surprise. ]

I wouldn't have held it against you, had you not been informed. There are far worse crimes of fashion around here.

[ It's very sweet that Bull did remember and took everything to heart. He's not used to people listening to what he says too deeply. ]

[ He's worn more than a few of them. ]

Yeah, but it's an easy thing to get right, you know?

[ And it proves I care about what you think. ]

[ BULL, YOU ARE THE MAIN OFFENDER. ]

I suppose it is, yes.

[ Dorian Greatly Approves. ]

[ He likes his pants, Dorian! ]

Okay, so. There's this place where there were theater tickets that include a pre-show dinner. So, that's what's going on.

[ They're an abomination and must be stopped and you know it! ]

I can't remember the last time I went to dinner and a show. That was very.. thoughtful, thank you.

Me and the boys don't get out to the theater often.

[ He smiles. ]

Besides. We do most of our work in Orlais...and nobody but Orlesians want Orleasian theater. So...hopefully this isn't like that.

Maker, you're right about that. I certainly hope it's nothing of the sort, I haven't imbibed enough alcohol for that.

I know, right? [ He shakes his head. ] The masks the...weird interpretive dance. But hey, dinner's first, so we can prepare.

There's no subtlety in Orlesian theater, not with whatever it is they're trying to get across.

So where is dinner, exactly? [ Should he have brought his emergency spices? ]