"My fault, no, but definitely my...my luck." It was embarrassing how easily she had him sidetracked. Her mouth felt entirely too good on his throat. One hand tightened in a grip of her shirt, the other occupied supporting beneath her thigh to keep her in place.

"You owe..." he started to question, eyes widening when he realized what she meant. "Oh, sweet Andraste." It was an odd sensation to feel flustered and aroused at the same time. He honestly couldn't tell which had more heat coming to his cheeks and upper chest. He turned his face, lips brushing the side of her head.