Cullen was his dear friend. He could also not deny that he had an intense attraction for him, one that he felt was mutual. Even so, he would describe their sexual relationship as unusual given that they coupled so rarely, and usually under some kind of influence. Despite that, the wine had flowed freely that night.

Fenris had discovered an entire 'secret' box of wine that had been tucked away by the previous owner, and wanted to celebrate that by having a bottle, or two, or three with his friend while Bull was out. With his collar and armor off, Fenris felt free and light as he passed the bottle between himself and the former Templar. His smile wide and his stories dark- often of grand escapes and slaughtering slavers.

He did not have many of those stories given how short of a time it has been since he escaped from his master, but they were good nonetheless. His mood was pleasant, and he could not help but get increasingly lost in his friend's golden eyes. "Hmm," he hummed to himself as he stood slowly from his seat, only to move over so he could straddle his lap. His fingers sank into Cullen's blonde waves as he murmured, his voice husky.

"Why have you not yet fucked me, my friend?"