Putting the 'sass' in 'assassin'

The question seemed to have startled him. Enough to bring him back to himself. There’s a long pause before he manages to answer.

“Wasn’t the one who had an assassin sent af’ta them.” Another pause and his expression softened even further.

“But I’m fine. Thanks for the concern.” His gaze falls to the body of the would be assassin, brows furrowing.

“We should get you iside now. No tellin’ who or what else migh’ be out’n’about.” He crouched down to gather up the body, tossing it over his shoulder before addressing Kaaras.

“Gon’ take care’a this guy first then I meet up with you inside later, ‘right?” He at least wanted to see if there was anything on the body to clue him in on who might have sent the guy and why.

“’Sides, think you might be needin’ to calm dat other guy down an’see if he okay ‘stead of me.” Whoever Kaaras had been talking to had seemed real alarmed by the sudden attack. Unharmed, but very startled.

No, Isaam may not have been the one that was being hunted, but he’d also been the one that had attacked the assailant. In the scuffle, he could have been injured, and for some reasons that’s all that Kaaras thought about. His life was on the line, and he was so selfless that he was thinking about Isaam. Honestly, sometimes his kindness was a little too much. 

Long ears flicked back as Isaam picked the man up. He wasn’t surprised that his lover could haul a human being over his shoulder (he was qunari after all), but the fact that he was so casual about dropping a dead man somewhere made him frown. Then again, priorities, and Kaaras was the man alive here, so he should definitely shelter himself.

“Of course,” he murmured, one of his guardsmen accompanying him inside the nearest inn for shelter. His guards swept the place and Kaaras took a seat in a well protected corner of the room. The tavern master was informed immediately offered the Inquisitor a warm drink, as if he needed to apologise for some reason. Kaaras was baffled why anyone would think they needed to apologise for an assassin that wasn’t in their control, but he didn’t argue, taking the tea happily. 

The man he’d been with had already been ushered in and a worker in the tavern was attempting to calm them. When Isaam returned, he leant forward, his heart having calmed down from the rush of adrenaline.

“Not much ‘cept this piece’a paper givin’ them the task’a killin’ you,” he spoke, holding up the piece of paper he’d found on the body before stuffing it back into a pocket.

“Think I might send a raven to see if Spymaster might be able to dig up who made the order. Or match writin’. Or at leas’ some sorta clue.” Another frown crossed over his scarred features.

“For now, looks like we’ll have to be extra careful in this place. Someone ain’t playin’ fair here.” They’d likely have to beef up security around Kaaras as well, but that was something to approach Kaaras with later.

For now...

He knew Isaam wasn’t reading out loud but his mind flailed at the truth that was before him. His blush deepened, as his temperature continued to rise. The mage felt dizzy. After all the fantasies, it was happening in the flesh. At least he hoped. 

He would hate to chase away another desire demon. 

His mind drifted to those fantasies, how he dreamed those hands would feel against, now he could truly know, no guessing. Places on his body burned as he thought where those phantom hands would venture. He needed Isaam over here already, making him his. 

Zachariah, felt air catch in his throat when he tried to speak. He had what he wanted from Isaam, the fantasy, but he wanted what was real more, whatever that would be. But he didn’t want to come off as too needy, and desperate. However, the growing stiffness between his legs, ruined that as robes were not grand at hiding some things. 

Hands reach for the desk, white knuckling for balance; his legs were already turning into jelly. His legs spread inviting Isaam to the proof of his arousal, like his body needed Isaam to see. The Senior Enchanter leaned against the desk.

“I could use some help.” He said breathlessly.

“Seems like you could use more than a li’l help.” From what he’d seen, he could already tell that just his words alone were having an effect on the mage. Its takes him but a few, lazy strides to clear the distance between them, made acutely aware just how much smaller Zachariah was compared to him.

He’d have to be extra careful.

He placed a hand on the desk to balance himself, leaning into Zach’s space with a tilt of his head and a hum. Pondering. Teasing.

He was in his quarters leaned over his desk, deeply focused on the demon rags he had been given to study. Anything to help give the Inquisitor the edge. However, he didn't hear Isaam enter. Which was embarrassing given the heavy wooden door the qunari had to have opened.

Those words! He knew those words he had read them many times in the books he owned, thanks to the man speaking those words now. Zachariah felt his ears catch fire and it was spreading across his cheeks and moving downward.

Was he dreaming? He had to be and this was a Desire demon come to try and tempt him. And if he were to be honest it was off to a good start.

Slowly the mage turned to face the larger man. His face must have given everything away, not like he could hide it if he wanted. Face red and eyes wide.

Yet, this was more of a delicate situation than his usual fare. He had to be careful.

He’d seen the looks, after all. As discreet as Zach had tried to make them, there wasn’t much hiding the interest he’d seen in those curious eyes. And he’d be damned if he didn’t admit he was curious as well.

He smiled, offering a look at his hands.

“Ain’t no book in my hands to be readin’ outta and you the only person in here I can be addressin’.” His smile broadened just a bit more.