âThatâs a lot of words you just said. Unfortunately, while I understand them all individually, I have no idea what you just said to me.â
âThatâs a lot of words you just said. Unfortunately, while I understand them all individually, I have no idea what you just said to me.â
Varlen gave a giddy laugh, his cheeks flushed red as Dorian confiscated his now empty glass of wine. âCâmon, it wasnât so bad was it?â Reaching out, he snagged Dorianâs sleeve with one finger. âBartenderrrrrrrrrrâŚâ He held onto the word for so long that he almost forgot what he was going to say. âDonât cut me off just yet.â
âAmatus, you have had quite enough for one evening.â Shaking his head, his own movements slightly less steady than they usually were, Dorian set their empty glasses on the nearby tray. They made a nice compliment to the empty bottle. âI had no idea Orlais would have such an effect on you.â
Snorting derisively, Varlen leaned his head heavily on his palm. âI donât wanna talk about Orlaisians,â he drawled, then grinned as Dorian winced at his butchering of the word. âI wanna talk about us.â
âPleasant as that sounds, I somehow doubt you are up to task.â To prove his point, Dorian picked up the balled-up napkin on the table and tossed it casually at Varlenâs face. It bounced off the elfâs forehead, unfurling and drifting past his doofy smile. âAs I suspected,â Dorian determined, then pushed himself to his feet. âVery well, thenâŚâ
âHeeey, whereâre you going?â Varlen complained, but ceased as Dorian moved around the table and hooked his arms underneath his own. âOhhhh⌠youâre doing meâŚâ
âHardly,â Dorian replied with a roll of his eyes. âIâm putting you to bed, amatus.â
âYour bed.â Varlen waggled his eyebrows and allowed Dorian to haul him into a standing position. âWhere you sleep.â
âOur bed,â Dorian corrected tiredly, but there remained an amused smile on his face. âThe one, may I remind you, that we have been sharing since we got here.â
âWe have?â A hiccup broke past Varlenâs feeble defenses. Frankly, just about anything could, at that moment. âWow. Iâm smoother than I thought.â
âI am loathe to break this to you,â Dorian began as he manoeuvered Varlen onto the bed, âbut we have been seeing each other for over a month now.â
Grinning as he bounced down onto the mattress, Varlen caught Dorianâs wrists. âA whole month, huh?â Drawing him closer, Varlen pressed a kiss to what he hoped was Dorianâs mouth, but might have been his moustache. ââm the luckiest guy in Thedas.â
Releasing him and flopping back with a sigh, Varlen heard Dorian snort softly. âThe drunkest, perhapsâŚâ
Smiling to himself, Varlen just shook his head.
âNope. Luckiest.â












