Dorian swats after Adelaide's hand, too late, mumbling something about please enforce a dresscode for the funeral probably aimed at Benevenuta, before he tips his head to acknowledge Bull. A little resigned. He feels so unhandsome. :c

"The qunari can be shirtless," he amends, after a moment's thought.

Maybe a little delirious, after all. In response to suggestion, Dorian pushes himself to sit up, one hand holding his head. Ha ha no never mind. He lists aside like he might just lie back down again.