[Dorian can see it in Alistair's face, the way his eyes sort of glaze over and the look of someone who's clearly tuned out. Not that that stops the mages from hearing himself talk and getting his whole flowery explanation out. But it seems he didn't lose the young man entirely as he finally comes back from his short circuit to speak.

To which Dorian just crosses his arms over his chest and looks skeptical.]

It's Ferelden, I'm not sure you should be proud of that achievement. [As in, they set the bar low for attractiveness.]

As long as you practice in good hygiene I'm certain that's plenty to put you into the upper ranks of the Attractive Lads of Ferelden. [Like it was some band of merry men or something.]

Yes, Tevinter, you've got it. [Look he can take shots at his countrymen too. They all like to grandstand and monologue, it's true. You learn the basics in school. He's pretty sure he had to do a presentation once where he stood in front of the class and talked about himself and was graded on it. But the Narrative digresses.]

And what are your thoughts on Mages from Tevinter. [Not good, he imagines. And it's not that he actually CARES about his opinion, but he's so used to getting peoples negative views of him and his people that he may as well nip that bit in the bud.]