"Ha! I've finally caught you!" the templar shouted, as he smited Anders and knocked the fugitive mage to the ground.
"Ouch! What the hell?" Anders pouted, and he tried to sit up. When the templar reached him, he realized that he recognized him; it was Alistair, the King of Ferelden, whom he had met that one time, and then again that other time. Anders was very confused. "Why are you chasing after me?" he asked. "Shouldn't you be back in Ferelden... running it, or something?"
"Maybe," the King agreed. "But I'd rather be off fighting apostate terrorists, such as yourself, and Fereldan kings have a habit of running off on misguided quests." Then he shrugged. "Also it's a flimsy excuse for this encounter."
"Ah, I see." Anders nodded. "I didn't know you were a templar. I hate templars, did you know that? Hold on while I fetch my manifesto, so I can go on about it..." He reached into his pocket.
Alistair's shoulders slumped. "I never wanted to be a templar," he said, and then his eyes went glossy. "But my adoptive father shipped me off when I was ten and I had no other choice. I mean, I suppose I could stop using these powers, but then... then... it would be like everything I've done in my life has been a lie..." He sniffed and buried his face in his hands.
Anders reconsidered his manifesto and pulled out a hanky instead. "There there," he said, and the King blew his nose. "I didn't know."
Watching the man cry, Anders was torn. He did hate templars, but he also had a strange habit of falling in love with people he hated, and this man was rather attractive. Justice was in a food coma, having just eaten his fill of vengeance in Kirkwall, and so he might not even protest. Anders decided to give it a shot.
"So, if you're a templar," he began, "does that mean you've never...?"
"Never what?" Alistair looked up and his eyes were adorably puffy. "Have I never licked a lamppost in winter?"
Anders grinned: he was pretty sure that meant 'no.' The mage gestured at his crotch. "I happen to have a lamppost right here," he said. "And I know some frost spells, too... if that's really your thing."
Alistair looked both intrigued and horrified. "But what about boundaries?" he whined.
"I don't believe in boundaries," Anders replied. "In fact, after we're finished I intend to move in with you, straight away. Please say I can."
Swayed by such devotion, Alistair fell to his knees. "Awesome," he said. "Let's fuck."