Dorian bit his lip, because ... well. He poured shampoo on his hands, pulling himself back into his hard Tevinter shell. "Well, honestly, if you want me not to care, I can go back to that. I am excellent at being blaise."

He tipped his fingers into Cole's scalp, scrubbing his fingers through the fine blonde hair. Glad for the bubbles and that Cole could not look at him. "After all, I am no one's mother. Or father."