"I won't," he said softly, all the warmth and affection that he normally kept behind a wall of flirting and sarcasm right there for Athras to hear. The look on Dorian's face was impossibly tender and utterly smitten.

Rumors always had him using sex and romance to get the Inquisitor under his thumb to win favor. There was even talk of blood magic. It was all bullshit. Dorian adored Athras. Loved him even. If anything it was him who bespelled Dorian.

It was foolish the lengths he would go to for this man for the tenderness he got in return.