"Good god, I hate the Fallow Mire, but yes. I am not making a poison out of the damned blood lotus." Dorian answered tartly, before he took Cole's hand, wrapping his fingers around the other man's.

"...You're right, about all of it." He looked at him, his lips twisting a little. "However this is not going to stop me from worrying about you, Cole."

He sighed softly as he looked over the outfit. "All right, how are we getting you out of this?"