《龙腾世纪：审判》多利安与全队友中文对话一览

多利安和铁牛（英）

Dorian: We have a Ben-Hassrath with us? A spy. An actual Qunari spy.

Dorian: That doesn't strike anyone as a bad thing?

Iron Bull: Says the Vint. When we're fighting Vints.

Dorian: That's... not a terrible point. Okay.

Dorian: I hope it doesn't bother you to travel alongside a "Vint," Iron Bull.

Iron Bull: That what you are? You people all kind of look the same to me.

Dorian: I'm also a mage. Would you prefer me bound and leashed?

Iron Bull: I'd buy you dinner first.

Dorian: Hopefully before you sewed my mouth shut.

Iron Bull: Depends how much you keep yapping.

Iron Bull: Must grind your gristle the "Elder One" is some crazy Vint asshole, huh?

Dorian: I'm not thrilled to discover we should take those old legends at face value.

Iron Bull: Guess he thinks the modern Imperium is a real letdown, too.

Dorian: Why wouldn't he? Tevinter once covered all Thedas, its glory only matched by its depravity.

Dorian: It'd be like Koslun showing up and learning the Qunari didn't conquer the world after all.

Iron Bull: Hmm, yes. Priesthood's been trying to explain that one for centuries.

Iron Bull: Nice work with the magic back there, Dorian. You're pretty good at blowing guys up.

Dorian: It's significantly more impressive than hitting them with a sharp piece of metal.

Iron Bull: Hey, whoa, let's not get crazy.

Iron Bull: Dorian, you've been to Minrathous, right?

Dorian: Of course. I'm not a plebian.

Iron Bull: You ever been to that place in the Vivazzi Plaza? With the big, cracked bell hanging off the roof?

Dorian: With the dancers, yes. You're making me homesick.

Dorian: You've killed lots of my countrymen, I take it?

Iron Bull: Sure, usually when I'm being paid for it.

Dorian: What? Never just for fun?

Iron Bull: I'm here, aren't I? Man's gotta take his fun where he can get it.

Iron Bull: That staff's in pretty good shape, Dorian.

Iron Bull: Do you spend a lot of time polishing it?

Dorian: (Groans.)

Iron Bull: Better hike up your skirt, mage boy.

Dorian: I'm not wearing a skirt.

Iron Bull: You trip on that bustling whatever, don't come crying to me.

Dorian: No Qunari would accept a Tevinter mage so easily... unless it was a ruse. When should I expect a knife in the back?

Iron Bull: You ever use that fancy magic of yours to burn down a dormitory full of kids?

Dorian: Err... not today.

Iron Bull: (Laughs.) Then I wouldn't worry. Lots of other people need a knife in the back first.

Dorian: Watch where you're pointing that thing!

Iron Bull: Dirty.

Dorian: Vishante kaffas! I meant your weapon!

Iron Bull: Think I know what your problem is, Dorian.

Dorian: I have only the one?

Iron Bull: You see a man who's burned out, who left his people and entire life behind... and for what?

Dorian: You're not suggesting we're similar.

Iron Bull: How's that mirror treating you? Pretty picture, isn't it?

Dorian: I may vomit.

Iron Bull: Wait, wait, I'll flex a little for you. Make it easier.

Dorian: What does the Qunari priesthood tell your people about losing the war?

Iron Bull: Ehn. The usual. Water comes, water goes, but eventually the tides wear away the mountain. Blah, blah, blah.

Dorian: They've been fighting Tevinter for centuries and still haven't won.

Iron Bull: Wait, you think we've been at war all this time?

Dorian: It's barely an eye-watering slap fight, I'll grant you, but every now and again it heats up.

Iron Bull: (Chuckles.) That's just force of habit. A real invasion's different.

Dorian: What are they waiting for?

Iron Bull: Don't know. Someone to tell someone to tell someone it's on again, I guess.

Dorian: So they're the Chargers and you're the Bull. That's clever.

Iron Bull: Worked that out on your own, did ya?

Iron Bull: You gotta keep the name simple, so the nobles get it. They pay us to fight, not to entertain at tea.

Dorian: That I'd like to see.

Dorian: You seemed remarkably comfortable at the Winter Palace, Bull.

Iron Bull: I do my best.

Dorian: You didn't knock over a single priceless statue, or fart even once near the dessert table.

Iron Bull: That you know of.

Dorian: I'm surprised you never spent time in the Tevinter courts. They would adore you.

Iron Bull: I did. After awhile, the saddle just got too heavy.

Dorian: Vishante kaffas! Don't you ever bathe?

Iron Bull: Sometimes. You want to watch, don't you?

Dorian: I'd rather stand upwind.

Iron Bull: Human sweat smells like pork that's been sitting in the sun. Just saying.

Dorian: I will never understand why Qunari warriors spend half their time running around bare-chested.

Iron Bull: You see a member of the Beresaad in full armor, you run, because it's war.

Dorian: They should wear armor all the time!

Iron Bull: Then they'd have to invade everyone. You're so bloodthirsty.

Dorian: (Growls.)

Iron Bull: You doing all right, Dorian? I know family stuff can be rough.

Dorian: What would you know about it? True Qunari don't have families.

Iron Bull: Finding out you don't fit in with the people who raised you?

Iron Bull: Having to walk away from everything you grew up with, knowing you've disappointed the ones who loved you?

Iron Bull: I might know a bit. Takes a tough man to do it, too. So good on you, you big old fop.

Dorian: Yay. Good on me.

Dorian: Why is it always so cold? How do you southerners stand it?

Iron Bull: What's the matter? Not enough slaves around to rub your footsies?

Dorian: My footsies are freezing, thank you.

(If neither is in a romance with the Inquisitor)

Iron Bull: Quite the stink-eye you've got going, Dorian.

Dorian: You stand there, flexing your muscles, huffing like some beast of burden with no thought save conquest.

Iron Bull: That's right. These big muscled hands could tear those robes off while you struggled, helpless in my grip.

Iron Bull: I'd pin you down, and as you gripped my horns; I. Would. Conquer. You.

Dorian: Uh. What?

Iron Bull: Oh. Is that not where we're going?

Dorian: No. It was very much not.

(If neither is in a romance with the Inquisitor)

Iron Bull: So, Dorian, about last night...

Dorian: (Sighs) Discretion isn't your thing, is it?

Iron Bull: Three times! Also, your silky underthings, do you want them back, or did you leave those like a token? Or...wait, did you "forget" them so you'd have an excuse to come back? You sly dog!

Dorian: If you choose to leave your door unlocked like a savage, I may or may not come.

Iron Bull: Speak for yourself.