"Well let me ask you a better question, Cole, how are you going to help people if you are lying flat on your arse from blood loss and stubborn weariness?" Dorian stated flatly, before he nodded at Cadash. "I will - and you rest as well, Inquisitor."

He turned back to Cole, wincing faintly at that, before he leaned in to whisper firmly, "You are going to go to my rooms, you are going to have a hot bath and then you are going to rest or so help me, Cole, I will think enough thoughts to make you drown in guilt." He straightened, and sighed, "... perhaps we can have some of your prostitute friends over, so you can feel out their problems, all right?"