"I suppose we'll see. But if that's your wager, I'll take it," Dorian hummed thoughtfully, fingers flexing and curling, grasping themselves after his wrists were pinned. He didn't make any effort to dislodge himself from Lavellan's hold, didn't make any move to break away - he enjoyed being in this position too much, admittedly. It was simply the denial, the lack of friction and touching, that was going to drive him mad. Especially when all he wanted to do was touch, and be touched.
Which was why he huffed a little sigh, almost a growl, something that rumbled in his chest. His back arched again, despite the space between them - but it was as if there was a magnet stashed within him, attracted to the one in his partner. He realized then, with this talk of Tevinter and Lavellan being there, that there were still things he needed to say about the future. What he hadn't mentioned before, when he first arrived.
"The slaves in House Pavus, before...when I returned to Tevinter, in that time frame between coming back as Ambassador to the Inquisition, I made them Liberati. So they could be free and either stay and work for a wage or I would help them leave Tevinter, if they wished to do that. I formed a group called the Lucerni, with another Magister, to work to redeem our country. It's still very early in its inception but I simply wanted you to know," he explained. "Because either way you will be so important to my cause." Either by helping the Liberati, making sure they were alright, or as a spy - ears in other places, to feed back, or within Tevinter itself.
It would not be easy, but it would be worth the work put into saving Tevinter from its downward spiral of corruption.