Interesting. Mildly creepy, but... it won't come to that. [Nope, nope, la la la, the measly little healing spell he learned from Anders will be just fine and dandy here in a moment.]

Don't be so sure... I know a few tricks for getting blood out of silk. Don't ask how...

[Answer: His mother.

Discussing clothing is a lot more comforting than the looming possibility Dorian will bleed out in a few minutes, so he's all too happy to oblige the change of subject.]

They, ah- commissioned this for me when I got my title. At that point the fact I was an apostate wasn't the biggest bit of gossip in Thedas, so I let them err on the side of... less mage-y.

But the fur was my request.

[Almost there, they pass two columns that lead to the ruin complex proper.]