"We tend to fit perfectly, don't we?" the Inquisitor said as he returned that kiss, all too happy to have Dorian's face close to his own once more. He pressed their foreheads together, nuzzled noses for the umpteenth time and brought his arms back around the man, keeping him near. He pressed that cloth to his back now, slowly washing down from his neck to his shoulders, humming softly as he closed his eyes.

Despite their difference in size, Bramen found it easy to support Dorian's weight. Even if his frame was much smaller, that lean muscle held so much strength. Supporting Dorian's weight in his lap was no trouble at all. In fact, he adored the feeling. He adored everything about this man and everything he did. Everything they did.

"I think tomorrow," he began, stroking in slow circles down Dorian's back, scrubbing it clean, "We should take a walk in the courtyard. It feels like it's been a while since we've done that." A walk in the courtyard, hand in hand, ignoring the whispers. Not everyone approved of his lover, his Tevinter paramour - but Dorian was a good man. He'd make certain the world knew that.

"Though I think I'm content staying here in the bath with you right now," he opened his eyes, kissing beside Dorian's mouth with a light hum.