I was going to sleep on this before posting, but since you inspired it you can have it now:
SpoilerAntivian Love PoetryAlistair sat by the campfire. It was Leliana’s turn to cook, which she did while singing and occasionally muttering something about ‘Ferelden seasoning habits’. Morrigan and Kes had gone off with Lordi to test her theory about whether or not mabari were capable of learning magic. Wynne had taken Oghren up on his offer to try proper dwarven ale. Sten was patrolling the camp, again, in the company of Shale. He was more or less alone – the perfect opportunity to try out the new toy that Kes had brought him.
‘I am the mighty Grey Warden’ he said, waving the Warden hand puppet, ‘I shall slay you in the name of righteousness!’
‘It is a squishy fool if it believes it can defeat me!’ Alistair used the mechanism the miniature stone golem doll’s back to wave its tiny arm menacingly.
‘That looks exceedingly fun.’
Alistair gave a yelp of shock that he just about managed to turn into a manly exclamation of surprise as Zevran sat down on the log beside him. He’d forgotten about the assassin – how had he managed to forget about the assassin? The elf had been hired to kill him and Kes and he’d sworn to himself he’d keep an eye on him.
‘It’s not fun! It’s… training. Yes. See, I use the puppet to, uh, be me. And the golem is the opponent. And then I try different strategies to beat the opponent. It’s serious, Grey Warden business. You wouldn’t understand.’
Zevran laughed, ‘I don’t judge, my friend. What one choses to do with their toys is none of my business.’
‘Right. Uh, good. I think.’ Alistair shifted slightly away from Zevran.
‘And you can relax. I am not about to try to kill you again.’
‘Good. Because I’ve made strategies for that. Because that’s what I was doing.’
‘So I see. Anyway, I wish to talk to you about your love life.’
‘What? Why?’
‘You asked me earlier for help to ‘woo her’. I believe that’s the word you used.’
Alistair put the hand puppet and golem doll down on the ground, ‘Are you making fun of me again?’
‘Making fun of you? Why would you think that? No, I merely wish to teach you some Antivian techniques which will delight her senses.’
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An hour later Morrigan, Kes and Lordi returned to camp. The mabari had shown no interest in learning magic, but a great deal of interest in playing ‘fetch the staff’, much to Morrigan’s disgust, since it was her staff that Lordi liked the most. The witch stalked off her little campfire, the mabari trotting happily at her heels. Kes made her way over the main campfire. From the smell of things Leliana had nearly finished cooking. She made her way towards the food and as she passed by Zevran’s tent she heard something quite unexpected – Alistair’s voice.
‘Are you sure Kes is going to enjoy this.’
‘Trust me, this has never failed.’
‘I don’t know. It doesn’t feel right. Maybe it because I’m trying it on you?’
‘Simply pretend I am her then. We are both elves, after all. Don’t you humans think we all look alike?’
‘Would you just –‘
‘Perhaps I should wave my arms around? Speak angrily of Templars?’
‘Why did I agree to this?’
‘You wish to impress your lady love, yes?’
Unable to resist, Kes crept closer to the tent. Within, Alistair cleared his throat.
‘Alright. Here it is: Her lips were lovely and red. Like a rose I wish to grow in my bed. Hark! From a tower my gentle warden came. And from that moment my life was never the same. Oh, how I delight in her radiant smile. I would fight darkspawn for her – mile after mile!’
Kes was exceptionally glad that she had eavesdropped. It had enabled her, after dinner and in the privacy of their shared tent, to keep a completely straight face when Alistair – his expression so serious – had recited his masterpiece.
So much love. For Alistair, Zev, bad Antivan poetry, and you 
"Her eyes green like a weed in the mire." OMG, dying.
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I highly doubt they'd create a blushing effect only to use it for one scene only Solas romancers would get. Too much of a waste of resources - and why wouldn't they use it again? In Wicked Grace for example, for Cullen (romanced Quizzies can even say after the scene - "you were blushing! It was adorable!")? Or during Cullen's romance? The guy is rather obviously blush-prone.
