Were Sorrel the kind of person to make ominous statements, that might have been the perfect opportunity to mutter something vague, such as you'd better. It would have made him sound tough and powerful and completely stupid because it's almost impossible to sound like either of those things when you're a wirely Dalish twig, naked in the bath.

Fortunately, Sorrel was instead the kind of person to respond to Adasse's arms around him by pressing closer, arcing back to make himself more available, more vulnerable, in the soap-clouded water. He groaned, very appreciative of the renewed attention of Adasse's hands, smiling and then laughing against his lover's mouth.

"You know," He said, grinning even as he bares his throat and begs silently for more, "You don't seem very relaxed all of a sudden."