He understands that the Game is simply part and parcel of how Orlais operates. He cannot change it, even if it leaves a sour taste in his mouth. Had life gone differently, or were he ever forced to do so, he might be an all right player. Not the best, but a cut above those who clearly didn't know what they were doing. He'd learned a thing or two from his original teacher, much as he tried to keep it down.

But this is a place where Benevenuta can surely shine. And shine she does, in a literal and figurative sense both. It's been coming back slowly since Hercules, though whether it will ever make a full return is in question. "I can think of worse ways to keep meeting. And I prefer this to no meeting at all. Having fun?" With picking on the nobility and their sensibilities, that is. And toting Dorian around like a very pretty toy.