龙腾世纪审判 多利安全队友对话中文翻译一览

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.

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