"You were drunk that day, too, weren't you?" he teased. "Marian Hawke, Kirkwall's biggest lush."

He glanced down, the space between them deep in shadow. "Hmm. This may take a little while." He felt along the front of the belt until he found the buckle, braced one side of it in a secure hold, and unfastened it. He felt the leather brush against his lower stomach as it came free. "Anything in here I'll break if I let it drop?"