I'll be honest, I haven't. This is the first chance I've had to relax since I was brought here, believe it or not. A Grey Warden's job is never done, even in space.

[ He twists just so he can face him properly, his hand still idly running through the elf's hair as he twines the golden strands around his fingers. It doesn't take much to have him inching closer with that tug, nearly chest to chest. ]

You're not thinking of replacing your favorite Warden with a pretty lady version, are you? I'd be devastated.