"I think you manage just fine, Sera," he said, nudging her. "I'm completely with you in the 'say nothing to Varric' plan. It's a sound plan. A non-embarrassing plan."

He shook his head. "Why do I get the feeling I'm doomed? I should resign myself to red cheeks and having you smirk at me for it." He liked her smirks most of the time, except when he worried they meant he wasn't going to like hearing about something later. That was in a completely different context.

"I know exactly what you mean." It wasn't a decision he could consciously make. It either happened or it didn't, but if it did, he had to be unraveled. He couldn't just open himself. That had him blushing again and rolling his eyes at himself for it. "I should count myself lucky that the thoughts were flattering ones, then." He wondered how she would be when they could relax more physically, surprised at the heat of the thought.