"I had a brother whose name was Maxwell. But he... I don't think he'd look like you. I haven't seen him since he was eleven though," She rambled a little, avoiding the question for a moment. Dorian had very clearly gotten upset when he'd realized that she and Cullen were from the same reality, remembered the same events, remembered each other.

She'd just met Maxwell, she didn't know how he'd react to that news. Of course, he'd already guessed it, so she let out a breath after a beat, nodding her head.

"I'm the Inquisitor that Cullen knows."