*Beren awakens next to Cassie, the blasted familiar feeling of a full bladder denying him sleep. As the chill night air caresses his cheek., he sits upright in bed, causing Cassie to stir beside him*
B: You know, Cullen doesn't like it when you "requisition" his bed like this. He has to go sleep down in the stables and Blackwall snores.
C: He'll live. The armory has an intact roof and sometimes I just like to sleep under the stars.
B: Hmm, well I cannot argue with that. You do look beautiful bathed in moonlight. Listen, before I forget, I want you to have Dworkin tracked down and brought here ASAP. Those damned experimental lyrium grenades went off like pissant little firecrackers. That explosion should have leveled the place. Now I still have to contend with this CullenWife matter.
C: [disgusted noise]
B: Again? Baby, you're incredible! *OWW* Okay, okay. Don't blame me. I can't tell your mating call grunts from you genuinely ticked off grunts...
C: *Shoots Beren an irritated, yet playful, scowl*
B: Well... be right back. *Beren shimmies up the ladder, walks to the outer wall side, and proceeds to do his duty*
B: Damn, Cassie, you sure do get some fine arc from up here!
C: [disgusted noise]
B: You got it, babe!
*mutters* Two lyrium grenades and all I manage to do is blow the hair off one dog and take out a couple of pieces of furniture.
Still, guess it was worth it for this.

Fair enough.
