"Yes, yes, mother hen Templar," he says with a slightly fond smile. It's another strange thing that he likes a Templar as much as he does. A Southern Templar at that. Dorian is having many strange experiences down South.

At the branch he stops and does something unprecedented. He reaches out and claps Cullen on the shoulder. "Sleep well, sir knight. Don't work in your sleep now."

Even though Dorian was contemplating heading to the library for a bit of research or perhaps send letters to contacts back at home. It an interesting mental debate. His body would certainly appreciate sleep but his mind could work.