"Maker give me strength not to choke you for your deliberate mispronunciations." Dorian pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a slow, soft breath. He's being toyed with and he knows it. He shouldn't get upset. It still irks him.

"History and languages. I speak Orlesian, Antivan and Dwarven along with common," he says when he decides Cullen is worth speaking to again. "I have a mind for those, I suppose. Another thing that drove my teachers mad. I'd be reading one thing in a class on another subject."