( this is something too tender to be real. dorian wonders if he's actually fallen asleep, and somehow dreamed this up. nothing seems out of the ordinary. well, nothing more than the usual ridiculous affair that is the mire anyway. he still won't let himself be hopeful. expects everything to crumble at the first sight of the rest of the inquisition. but, for now he'll let himself have this. )

That sounds perfect.

( he shifts back a little more. pats the spot beside him. smiles in a gentle, yet alluring sort of way. )

For now, how about we get some rest?

( maybe he's a little impatient. not so much to have this be over. but, because he's anxious to leave this place behind. if things work out for the two of them, it's going to be bothersome that he'll have to hold this horrible place in some sort of regard. the struggle. )

I'm quite ready to put this place behind us for more than just one reason.