[An interesting sort of tightness stirred within Dorian's chest. The immediate presence of a woman didn't mean anything, or at least that was what he tried to tell himself. And yet, despite Shiro's words, despite the assurance, he felt tense. He forced a smile to his lips, one that came far too easily. This had happened more times than he cared to admit.]

A princess for the prince. How fitting. [Spoken with all the usual amount of charm. In fact, if not for the way Dorian quickly looked away again, one might not have even been able to tell he was bothered at all.]

You will have to explain to me how not being human correlates to being advanced, of course. [Finally his gaze came back, all sorrow or doubt gone once more. It didn't mean anything, he repeated to himself. Not until Shiro said as much.] Where I come from, there are elves and dwarves even the Qunari I told you about. Each of them have their own talents, but none of them are more advanced than the other.