"You are a foolish man for that," but there's a fondness in his voice, a warmth. Dorian really is fond of Cullen even with all the inconvenience it would lead to. If only he was more confident, more certain of flirtations with men. He might get somewhere but alas he wasn't sure if he should push his luck.

He smiles as he drinks his tea and takes a cookie for himself. "I've noticed your protective streak. I hope you'll keep the mages here from being made Tranquil when these Seekers come. They're a decent sort. Like yourself."

It's an admission of how he's rather fond of this place even though it's a shit hole and a disaster.