Cole: Dorian is like you, Vivienne,
Vivienne: I think not.
Dorian: Vivienne, the poor thing is trying to pay you a compliment. How so, Cole?
Cole: The Veil sings around both of you. It whispers through you and makes you both brighter.
Vivienne: The same could be said of any mage. Beyond that, I have little in common with a noble from Tevinter.
Cole: No. For most mages, it’s a tool. A toil. You make it you.
Dorian: Also, we clearly have the best fashion sense of anyone around.
Vivienne: True, but I hardly expect the Fade to notice.