With his boots off, Bramen chose to unbutton the high neck of his shirt along with the buttons that went down it. Enough to open it up, loosen the form-fitted outfit. It was far from what he'd prefer to wear on a daily basis but the Inquisitor needed to dress accordingly. He'd grown used to it over time at least. He listened intently to what Dorian had to say, glad to know the letter wasn't from the man's father - though he had a feeling if it was, the mage would've simply crumpled it up the moment it reached his hands.

The name he'd mentioned sound familiar though. Maevaris Tilani. he did recall her being their connection in Tevinter, recommended by Dorian himself. He didn't know much about the woman but assisting her had proven beneficial to the Inquisition on more than one occasion now. The rogue moved closer to Dorian, choosing to lay at the man's side. He propped himself up on one arm, allowing for the other to drape across Dorian's stomach, smiling as the name slowly clicked in his mind.

"The one who called you a hothouse orchid?" he smiled, tone almost teasing. Ignoring the fact that Bramen had needed to ask what exactly a hothouse was originally.