Bramen closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Dorian's hand, the way he traced at his hip. "I would," he admitted, wetting his lips as he eased back a little more, into the pelts and pillows. "A robe made of hart leather," he murmured, both hands moving now to Dorian's shoulders and rubbing at them.

"The trim of halla fur, bone and antler decorating it," the idea in his mind intrigued him, fingers spreading towards Dorian's collar and back to his shoulders, humming thoughtfully. "Place a mark of Falon'Din on the back, stain it into the leather," a chuckle escaped him now, eyes open as he looked down at his love.

"I'd like to see you return to Tevinter wearing that."