Dorian rolls onto his side to face him, squinting in the mid-morning light. "You wanted to talk, last night. So talk." "Mm, not like this." Bull cracks his neck, stretches his free arm above his head. Dorian doesn't even pretend he's not watching the muscles shift in Bull's shoulder. "You don't talk about sex in bed."

Iron Bull is almost certainly playing games with him. Dorian is particularly sure of this when he's been drinking.

“Is that lightning?” Cullen chokes out breathlessly.

In which Dorian messes up a spell, Kinloch Hold was home to some kinky bastards, and Cullen is a little bit of a bad man (but they both love it).

Qunari have a good sense of smell, and humans don't smell too bad. Dorian smells amazing.

Dorian and Bull experiment with a little spice. (Bull puts ginger up Dorian's butt).