Ah, those ears. They were such a dead giveaway, and the redness made Dorian smirk; he dragged his index finger over the point of one and since Lavellan was buried against his chest he could probably feel the rumble of amusement there, the shift of breath in his lungs. Then his arm dropped and he let his touch linger where the top of the spine met shoulderblades, rubbing the muscle, to ease any knots of tension. He did not remember the same arguments that Lavellan likely did, but he had his share of heated discussions with Trevelyan too - it wasn't a magical thing, wasn't love at first sight. It hadn't been for anyone there - the best things were built with time, and patience. For his flirtatious nature, he hadn't been looking to so easily give his heart away, protecting himself with the crafted persona he hid behind - but he'd made the right decision, letting the Inquisitor, any Inquisitor, see who he really was.
"Hm...that you find me to be the most breathtaking creature you have ever seen, both clothed and unclothed?" That was his 'guess,' as he took the elf's hand and pressed his lips to the palm, then gave it back. "It wasn't one of those dirty phrases, was it?"
Oh, he hadn't forgotten about that conversation either.