"Shh, not there, there."
"But what if it doesn't fit there?"
"Then Kitten, you aren't wiggling it properly."
There was a long hush punctuated by giggles and a few piratically creative curses.
"Ah, there, that's it! Ah! Ohhhh…!"
"Isabela!"
Isabela and Merrill turned, both guiltily hiding their hands behind their backs.
Hawke put a hand on their shoulders and pushed to separate them like curtains.
"Merrill, I'm surprised at you." Hawke turned a sharp look on Isabela. "You I'm not surprised at at all."
They had managed to pick the lock on Hawke's desk and spread out the private etchings of Fenris.
Merrill blushed scarlet while Isabela leered and remarked, "I always wondered just how far those tattoos went."