He was a little surprised at her surprise-- he'd certainly mentioned he had a tattoo, hadn't he? "A mabari," he corrected teasingly. Fereldans did love their dogs, but only one was loved beyond all others.

As Isabela stroked the dark pattern on his skin, Carver looked more than a little proud of himself. "Got it at Ostagar. Most of my unit did too. There was this Ash Warrior, and he'd been a tattooist and still had his-"

He was abruptly cut off by Isabela running her tongue over it in a manner that caught him completely off guard by how hot he found it. She would probably be delighted by the way his voice caught in his throat and escaped in the form of a little groan, head almost falling back against the mattress behind him.

Two seconds later he was leaning upright again, doing his very best stoic act. "Didn't hurt," he answered. "And that's all I've got."

Well, this was really happening, and he needed to get himself back together again. With his head back in the game, he reached down and tugged off his trousers and smalls at once, pushing them down his thighs to his knees. Any more than that would involve a little more wiggling than he felt would be dignified right now.