"Mm," Dorian barely gets a grunt. A monosyllabic answer seems too generous.

Hearing the dwarf's name shouldn't have been surprising, the man knew everyone apparently, but it was enough to get his attention, though he looked skeptical.

"You may have. What, exactly, is your affiliation with the dwarf?" He knew Varric would never deal in slaves... maybe lyrium? Artifacts? That Dorian and Varric were anything more than casual business associates never even crossed his mind.