It's disgusting how beautiful Cullen looks when he walks out of the water. He's shameless about it as well. He seems not to care that he is bare and glistening and Dorian's gut clenches with want.

"You would burn," he says after swallowing the lump of desire in his throat. "Your pale skin would never survive the intensity of the sun. Why do you think everyone in the north is so dark?"

Still, thinking of Cullen as a bronzed Tevinter solider worms its way in to his mind. It's a real shame the Knight-Commander isn't trying to seduce him. He's honestly just talking with Dorian as a friend. Oh, what a familiar feeling that is.

"You smell like salt and dead fish," he drawls.