He was not expecting to see Cullen out of armor. It actually makes him hesitate a second before he moves in to the room and takes a seat. If this was someone else Dorian would say he was being romanced. He knows better, though. This is tea between friends.

"I suppose it would depend on what work you were doing," he muses as the scent of mint rises from the steam in the pot. "You look dressed for political correspondence but not fighting demons."

Dorian, of course, looked his best in his robes. He's horrible at dressing casually like Cullen is. Then again robes are comfortable unlike heavy armor.