"Then it's very fitting," he decided, going for a lover's knot - that face to face spooning, arms and legs intertwined. It was a little complex and Dorian wasn't the best at cuddling - until somewhat recently, he didn't even bother; a race to see who could get dressed the quickest with all the bells and whistles of armor, because you weren't even supposed to be in bed with another man in the first place, wasn't intimate. Or any form of cuddling.
But he had decided he liked it, and who didn't? Even people forged from iron probably did, a little.
"Because I love you and you keep my heart." Kisses were left all on Lavellan's face, like raindrops, lips dusting skin - nuzzling with such a fantastic mustache likely tickled a little too, but Dorian wasn't getting rid of his facial hair, he'd die with a bristly beard and be preserved looking this handsome. "Ma’haurasha...now you've got to tell me what that means too. I'm burning up with curiosity."