"You wouldn't," she murmured quietly, too distracted to elaborate much further. The muscles of her thighs tightened as she rocked against him and she pressed her cheek to his and closed her eyes to simply savor the feeling. Even with the fabric separating them, she could still feel the roughness of his fingers as he brushed her skin, the friction dizzying. Her breaths came shorter, close to his ear, and her fingers curled around his shoulders.

There was little else she could do except nod in agreement about Hightown. Too many people, too many places to be spotted, the Chantry within a stone's throwing distance. "Unfortunately," she whispered. It would be so much easier if it wasn't an issue.