Dorian reacts a little more strongly to a compliment than anyone expected. Bull decides to test how far it goes. (Spoiler: it goes pretty far)

Dagna makes Harding a present. Dagna has no concept of reasonable scope.

Dorian keeps waiting for everything to fall apart. Bull has a better idea.

Scorched earth policies don't leave much to work with, but Dorian and the Iron Bull just might manage.

Dorian is feeling frisky in the crowded Herald's Rest.

A group of qunari seek refuge at Skyhold, and Dorian's life gets wildly out of hand.

Dorian can not believe this is happening. When he’d come down to join the Chargers for their evening drinks this time, rather than taking his usual seat next to Krem, his lover had grabbed him about the waist and pulled him into his lap. Dorian had flushed red and the Chargers had broken into a chorus of laughs and hoots. “This okay?” Krem murmurs the question into his ear when the hollering dies down. Dorian is still blushing but he nods. It’s not the first time they’ve done something like this, though he still can’t quite believe Krem wants this, pressed close to him in public, obviously affectionate, despite the watchful eyes of the tavern patrons.

"I assume you don't intend for us to spend the evening dry humping like teenagers, at least?" Dorian asks. Maxwell laughs.

Josephine smiles, and Cassandra smiles back with a reflexive happiness that sends warmth spiraling up from Josephine's belly to her heart. The thing it has taken her a long time to learn about Cassandra is that quite often her impatience and sarcasm are a thin layer, fragile as the skin of ice over a lake--and the emotions they conceal are as drowningly deep as that lake.

Alistair asks Zevran about his Crow training, and Zevran reveals more than he thought he would...

Cullen knows he wants something. He’s just not sure what that something is. Dorian and Bull help him out.