Krem was warm, all through his body. He'd lost his shirt somewhere nearby, and Gannicus's arms were a security that he relished, even in the midst of all this debauchery. It was so entirely different than their secretive but filthy encounter at the club, and it ignited something in Krem that he thought dangerously Tevinter of him.

When they were approached, Krem rested his eyes on the pair that were eyeing them back. They were not unattractive, though plain, when compared to his and Gannicus' muscles, or Gannicus's generally soft golden hues.

The tenderness of Gannicus's touch belied that, a moment before, he had been edging toward an aggression Krem rather enjoyed. He nodded at Gannicus, before he'd even finished the question.

Softly, his lips brushed Gannicus's ear. "Which would you see me with?"