"Does he make you call him commander in bed? I bet he does. He seems the sort to be all shy to the people but a total control freak in the sack." Sera snickered hooking her arm over The inquisitors shoulder. "I bet he calls out the Makers name and recites the chant of light before getting his rocks off."
"Is this really appropriate conversation?" Solas huffed.
"I'm curious," Sera shrugged. "Do you make him call you inquisitor? Keep those touched hands of yours on his chest to remind him whose really in charge? He'd drop his breeches and run around naked if you asked him with those pretty blue eyes of yours."
"No," Trevelyan laughed, shoving at the elves knee when Sera sighed disappointedly. "I could always suggest it next time though." She added just to see Sera's face scrunch up in a laugh.
"He'd turn a lovely shade of pink," Dorian threw in from across the table. "Do try and ask in our company. I do so love to see the dear commander blush."
"Can we not speak of something else?" Solas sighed. Ignoring the rude gesture Sera threw at him over Trevelyan's shoulder. "I do believe Cullen would rather his intimate affairs stay private."
"Oh yeah that why he's always sneaking away to snog her on the battlements." Sera snorted. "Proper private that, out in the open right above the training area. You don't get anymore private than in full view of the castle."
"Have you been watching us?" Trevelyan asked Downing the last of her ale to hide the flush on her cheeks.
"The whole of Skyholds been watching you two make kissy faces at each other for weeks. You're talk of the castle ya know. Some nobles were talking about bloody wedding hats when they caught Cullen with an empty bottle of wine and you're lipstick on his cheek the other day."
"Varric has six crowns on the pair of you getting hitched before the breach is closed." Dorian threw in, smirking when Trevelyan almost choked. "I have 10 riding on the pair of you at least waiting until this is all over. So do bare that in mind if the commander does ask, I am a terrible looser."
"You guys are serious though, yeah? I mean he looks like the happily ever kind of guy." Sera smiles earnestly. "You both kind of look like the forever deal. Ya know a thousand mini inquisitors running around the place and gold bands on fingers until you're both dead. Makes me sick, but you know for you guys, that'd be totally cool."
"Thanks... I think."
"No problem, yeah! I could totally pull off being a bridesmaid." Sera's mouth morphed into a huge grin when she threw her arm around the heralds shoulder.
Trevelyans own smile pulled at the corners of her mouth at the warm feeling in the pit of her stomach. Even Solas regarded the Jenny with a soft look in his eye and a small smile.
"You should make him wear the armor next time he wants in your knickers. He'd totally be into that."
"Oh for the love of... Sera!"