He looked up at the sudden pause, uncertain what had caused it, only to have his heart sink as he realized.

Yes, of course. Dorian and his Inquisitor wouldn't have had that conversation, would they? His hadn't been a Trevelyan.

"...Not really, no." He looked away, busying himself with the zipper, yanking it down quickly. Treating the brisk night air like jumping into a pool. Do it quick, and get it over with. "It was yours. You told me."

And he tossed the coat over, deciding to simply not give Dorian the option.