[Fortunately Dorian likes to avoid cotillions and fancy balls for the simple reason that there's always some ancient dowager there ready with a proposition. Flattering as it may seem to some, Dorian rather enjoys his life the way it is, more or less.

So, dapper as he might be, Adam doesn't have to worry himself over any sort of untoward invitations and hopefully Dorian won't have to either.]

Maker willing.

[Yes, Dorian is mister sensitive here, but he's still new to the concept of prosthetics that aren't wooden stumps or weapons attached to your arm. Still, he does know what an arm should look like and he also takes not that those sunglasses seem to be attached to his face.

He's chomping at the bit to ask questions, naturally, but distracted enough to postpone those questions when asked about Dwarves. It actually gets a laugh out of Dorian.] If you mean drinking songs and mining lyrium, then that sounds accurate enough. They craft marvelous weapons and build structures most could scarcely believe possible.