"Again, my secret is I treat them like normal people as they are." Dorian really doesn't see why that's so hard for everyone else. He knows it's his upbringing and how mages are in Tevinter but it can't be that hard. "They were afraid of me, at first, you know, some of them. I was a Tevinter Magister to them, never mind I never made that rank, but I was almost as scary as a demon to them."

It had been incredibly insulting but Dorian dealt with it as he always did by proving them wrong. He didn't suddenly become a sweet, gentle soul. He was himself and they came to see he was actually a person.

"There are defined political and class structure in Tevinter but if you're going to keep these mages in your Circle system you need to let them see you are a person otherwise they'll live in fear of their jailors." He shrugs, it's simple to him but he knows things are different here.

He rolls his eyes at Cullen's gentle reminder of the wager. He doesn't rise to the bait.