i don’t think kinky dorian is a new thing. the big thing in the first couple of books is that dorian was a big player, he went around tossing lots of girls’ skirts over his head. just because we know dorian as the boy who fell for celaena, doesn’t mean he was always that boy
With his magical ability, wit and charm, it would seem he would have had a promising career in Tevinter had Dorian not become a pariah for opposing every fault his homeland is known for. Dorian bears his ostracism with pride as he feels Tevinter will only change if someone like him makes a difference. Seeking to halt what he perceives as the moral decay of his countrymen, he joins the Inquisition.
potential da:o and da:i spoilers below. Read at your own risk.
Zevran: Are you feeling well, my friend?
Blackwall: I’m feeling just fine. Why d’you ask?
Zevran: Are you certain? Ah, well perhaps you are distracted by our dashing leader’s good looks, yes? I don’t blame you, they are quite good looking.
Blackwall: Are you going somewhere with this?
Zevran: Well you see my friend, when I traveled with my dear warden, s/he and Alistair were never surprised by the darkspawn. And yet, I noticed we had no warning about that last group of them
Blackwall: Right. Well. …I just thought they were further away than that. No point announcing it then.
Blackwall: So. You fought in the fifth blight?
Zevran: Ah, yes! It is quite a tale! Or, well, it will be after I decide how to tell it without including the days of trekking through icy fields of mud and frozen wastes, or the many varied ways my dear warden was distracted by finding stray pets….
Blackwall: You’re not serious.
Zevran: My friend, you have not traveled Ferelden if you have not solved at least ten personal disputes.
post - revelations
Zevran: And I thought I was the only murderer in our merry band!
Blackwall: Don’t, please. Not about this.
Zevran: I was only going to say, my friend, that it is not every day one gets a second chance. Do not waste it.
if Blackwall is in a Romance with the Inquisitor, and Zevran romanced the Warden
Zevran: I was only going to say, my friend, that it sounds familiar.
Blackwall: What are you on about?
Zevran: Oh, did you not hear? I met my dear warden because I was sent to assassinate her/him.
Blackwall: Well. That’s – heartening. Thank you.
Zevran: (laughs) I thought you might think so, my bearded friend!
Sera: uuuugh, elves.
Zevran: My dear woman, pardon me if I’m wrong but you too are an elf, are you not?
Sera: Yeah but I’m not all elfy like sir-fadey-bottom, all, ‘the veil is wibbly here’ and that shite.
Zevran: (laughs) I see! Well, I can think of ten differences between myself and our shiny friend without trying.
Sera: Whatever. Bet you can’t name one. You can’t!
Zevran: Hmmm, well. if nothing else, I have hair, my friend.
Zevran: I am beginning to feel rather like a bullseye. What has you staring my friend?
Sera: You’ve been in Denerim, right?
Zevran: Not in some time, why is it you ask?
Sera: When I was little there was this box, and this door and these people –
Zevran: Truly, a remarkable tale.
Sera: Shut it, you! But there was this box, and I took it and you were there!
Zevran: Between you and me, my friend, I still have no idea what you are talking about.
Sera: (over the top cackling)
Zevran: (laughs longer)
Zevran: (’evil’ laughing)
Sera: (’evil’ laughing)
Zevran: Ah, that’s my game!
Dorian: Did I hear right, Zevran? You were an Antivan Crow? I’ve heard of them. You don’t get many in the Imperium.
Zevran: Well, yes. Do not take this the wrong way my friend, but it is hard to assassinate someone when so many other people have already lined up to try.
Dorian: (laughs) None taken.
Zevran: Ugh, why this, and all the mud? Mud should not exist when it is this cold!
Dorian: And then there’s the ever-present stench of wet dog. Where does it come from I wonder?
Zevran: There isn’t even a dog, this time.
Dorian: Blasted southern winters.
Inquisitor: It’s spring.
if Varric is in the party
Varric: Maybe if either of you wore more clothes you wouldn’t be so cold.
Zevran: And hide these legs?
Dorian: Perish the thought.
Dorian: Those tattoos, Zevran. Do they mean anything?
Zevran: Oh, these? (laughs) There serve only to emphasize what is already there, my friend. I have more if you’d like to see them.
Dorian: Well, perhaps I would. You know where my tent is.
if Dorian is in a romance with the Inquisitor
Inquisitor: I’m right here you know.
Zevran: You can come too, my friend. The more the merrier!