Vlast is a surprisingly quiet roommate as these things go. From the look of him and his perpetually foul temper, one would imagine he'd be little better than a bull in a china shop.

In fairness, he's barely around to make much noise, clearly preferring to roam outdoors, returning only for curfew (when he feels amenable). But when he's there, he may as well be a ghost.

The door only creaks and there is only the soft scuff of his footfalls and the crinkle of wrapping as he sets a few parcels on the end of his bed and when Benedict looks up, the 'Qunari' does a double-take.

"...What are you doing to your face...?" he asks, not quite alarmed but there is definitely a note of concern in his growling voice.