The response is surprising. Dorian's eyebrows jump up as Cullen suddenly stumbles over his works and turns bright red. That's not the reaction he expected when he made the joke. Laughter, yes, but this? How interesting. He puts that in the back of his mind as they walk through the destruction.

He runs his fingers along scars in the stone, left by demonic claws. If he focused he could feel the energies gouged in, lingering traces of the Fade. Instead, he follows Cullen into the office.

"Thank you," he says as he takes the list and drops in to the chair before the desk. He makes himself comfortable as he goes down the names. "Who is your favorite for the position?"