The elf offered up another soft kiss to his partner, letting his hands slip down to the mage's cheeks and then down his neck. Hearing things like that made his heart stir, his chest feeling warm. It sent an indescribable feeling through him to hear those tender words murmured so quietly. Dorian was often tender, he was often intimate - but all of that was done through actions. He very rarely spoke such sweet things, so rarely did he get the opportunity to see Dorian with his walls down. He'd usually hide his feelings behind humour and wit, puff his chest out like a bird strutting about. A single sweet word and usually the man would withdraw, laughing it off and saying he was getting too sentimental.

He didn't laugh this time. Maybe that's what made it mean all the more. "I'll stay by your side as long as you'll have me," the Dalish rogue whispered, one hand stroking along the side of Dorian's neck. He stayed close, keeping their foreheads together. Eyes still closed, mouths close enough to feel each other's breath. He swallowed, feeling his heart pounding a bit faster, his pulse in his ears.

"I love you too, Dorian."