"But you're not stopping me. Am I awful if you're encouraging my behavior? I think not." he grins as the inquisitor sits across from him in front of the fire, resting one hand to lean on next to him while he turns the book open in his lap, not caring to start from the beginning.

"And they came together like the clashing of their swords, all heat and tempered steel turned soft-" he coughs, unsure of himself if he could continue to read it clearly out loud if it got steamy. He might embarrass himself before he could get the other man to smack him to stop to save them both. "As lips met, their armor clasps were unloosened, belts unnotchd and boots slipped against the cold stone in their haste." He pauses, curious and turns a page with a raised eyebrow, choking on a laugh.

"Varric...Does he usually use such colorful language? I mean, The shaft of his broad sword paled in comparison to his weeping cock."