"Oh, fur and feathers pale in comparison to dragonling and dragon skin," he said as he tilted his head back into his touch. "But I am learning to appreciate it."

He grinned at his love and leaned up to kiss him slowly and softly. "What fur is a luxury for you? I will wrap you up in it."

That would be a great gift for his lover, something softer for them to roll around in. It would be easy enough to find. Ferelden nobility was obsessed with fur and so were the Orlesians. He could have it in days.