Bethany groans, manners abandoned, as Hawke's passionate laughter drifts through locked doors.
Varric idly pokes the fire. "Something on your mind, Sunshine?"
"Them." She states.
He smirks, mental image literal. "So much for virginal purity."
"I'll have you know," she gasps, "I've never been kissed."
"We can fix that." He takes her hand and kisses it.
"Not like that-"
Effortlessly, his lips gently stall hers. Her eyes widen, rebuttal silenced.
"Problem solved."