"Lalalalalala! I'm not listening!" Rhea walked up to the commotion to find Alistair stood with his face scrunched up and his hands pressed firmly over his ears, while Zevran stalked off muttering something about 'finicky Fereldens'.

"Alistair?" He still had his hands over his ears, so she poked him in the ribs and his eyes opened.

Realising that Zevran had returned to the other side of the camp, he finally lowered his hands and sighed with relief. "Something you need, my dear?" He asked.

"Not really… what was all that about?"

"Ah, that? That was… nothing…" She stared as his face slowly turned a deep beetroot colour.

"Are you okay?"

"Me? Yes, I'm fine… absolutely fine, why do you ask?"

Rhea looked at him quizzically, "Well, you are kind of red. And you were lalala-ing. What was Zevran saying to you?" Her eyes widened, "Did he proposition you? I told him specifically to leave you alone!" She turned as if to leave and go after the retreating assassin but was stopped by Alistair's hand on her shoulder.

"Er, no. It wasn't that." He shifted uncomfortably, " He, ah, wanted to give me some advice about, er, us. And that thing we do. In the night. Together."

She blinked with confusion and then it dawned on her, "You mean sex?"

Alistair coughed slightly, "Yes. That thing." His blush was refusing to go, and Rhea could almost feel the heat radiating off of his cheeks. She began to smirk slightly.

"You did tell me that the whole camp would find out," She said holding back giggles, "It can't be that bad, Zev was only trying to help, what did he say?"

He gave her a pained look, "Are we actually talking about this?"

"Why yes, Alistair love, we are…" Rhea couldn't hold back the laughter anymore. It streamed out of her, causing tears to well at the sides of her eyes.

"Haha. Yes it's all very funny. Let's all laugh at Alistair. As a matter of fact I don't know what he said, I was lalala-ing and you so kindly put it."

With some effort, Rhea composed herself. Reaching forward on her tiptoes she rubbed her nose against his. "You don't need advice from Zev, I like you just the way you are."

She darted forward and pecked him on the lips before leaning in close to his ear. "Though when he talked to me, he did mention something interesting that I'd quite like to try…"

"He did…?" Alistair's voice has deepened and his words were becoming heavy with desire at her proximity.

"Yes, he told me that men go crazy for this particular thing." Leaning in, impossibly closer she whispered something in his ear then turned and walked away, hips swaying.

"Your… mouth?" Alistair's eyes widened. "Your mouth…."

She pierced him with a look over her shoulder, one eyebrow raised. "So? Are you coming?" She asked, before disappearing into her tent.

He stood there, stunned for a moment or two, before all but running to her tent.

On the other side of the camp Lelianna paused tuning her lute and nudged Zevran with her foot. "Alistair just ran into Rhea's tent."

He looked up in time to see the tent flap waft close. A devilish smirk appeared on his face. "It seems that our lovely leader may have taken our talk earlier to heart."

"What did you say to her?"

"Oh, this and that. I thought that I'd offer some tips from one of my many areas of expertise. I merely suggested a use for that lovely mouth of hers other than giving orders…"

Lelianna snorted with laughter. "You didn't?"

"You know, Lelianna, you have a beautiful mouth too…"

"No."

"But…"

"No."