Dorian rolls onto his side to face him, squinting in the mid-morning light. "You wanted to talk, last night. So talk." "Mm, not like this." Bull cracks his neck, stretches his free arm above his head. Dorian doesn't even pretend he's not watching the muscles shift in Bull's shoulder. "You don't talk about sex in bed."

Iron Bull is almost certainly playing games with him. Dorian is particularly sure of this when he's been drinking.

Dorian's still operating like he's in Tevinter, and the Bull safewords the hell out.

Halward's blood magic ritual wasn't intended to change Dorian's orientation, it was intended to change his sex. When Dorian escapes and leaves the ritual half-completed, he leaves with a surprise: he can become pregnant, but without the necessary mechanisms in place... it's slowly killing him.

In which an old friend unexpectedly turns up at Skyhold, and Dorian has too many emotions about-- well, everything.