"I mean to be very," He let his fingers drift back enough to brush against Cyril's earlobe, voice dropping lower still, all velvety promise. "...distracting."
Now it was safe enough to slip his other hand to the small of Cyril's back and pull him in, not so much to be obscene, more to tease. To promise. "Where do you have in mind, Tesoro?"
Arrival at Skyhold, the Deft Hands of the Dalish
"I mean to be very," He let his fingers drift back enough to brush against Cyril's earlobe, voice dropping lower still, all velvety promise. "...distracting."
Now it was safe enough to slip his other hand to the small of Cyril's back and pull him in, not so much to be obscene, more to tease. To promise. "Where do you have in mind, Tesoro?"