"You’re right. Danger and death isn’t very attractive to a clan." Again, dryly spoken. He wouldn’t be too surprised if Hawke had charmed Merrill’s clan. He seemed one of the rare types who might actually manage the feat.
It had been a long time since Lavellan had thought about marriage, and it had always been in the abstract. When the sky tore open, just keeping the world from falling apart was all there had really been time for. And now … it still wasn’t possible. Even if he and Dorian were ready for a commitment like that, he highly doubted it could be made official. Neither of their homes would ever recognize something between them. Maybe, in his other life as Trevelyan, it would work out. The elf often worried he wouldn’t be enough for Dorian as he was now, but he pushed that feeling aside.
"Dirthamen," he said at once, already tracing the lines on Hawke’s face with his gaze. "Keeper of Secrets and Knowledge. He mastered two ravens, Fear and Deceit, and taught us faith and loyalty to our family." There might have been a glint in his eyes for his next comment. "His brother, Falon’Din, gave him trouble. Might be fitting."