"I thought we were getting clean, amatus. If you keep talking so ruthlessly I'm going to get riled up again," he teased as he leaned up and kissed the tip of his nose. He quite loved that nose.

He ran his hands down Bramen's back, slowly to feel every inch of his lean form. Dorian could paint runes on his skin for hours just to feel it under his fingertips.

"You have a way with them that I lack." At least with words that mattered. Dorian could and did talk a great deal but usually it didn't mean anything. When it was important words tended to fail him.