Such a lobster Lavellan was! The direct pinch made Dorian laugh fondly, low and muffled, a rumble of sound that vibrated against skin from how close he was pressed to his blanket-and-pillow-nest companion. "You know patience is not a virtue of mine," he pointed out, but he had his moments here and there - perhaps he liked being tormented a little too, more than he let on. It was fun to see the spark in Lavellan's eyes - they were so green, like cat eyes almost, shards of glass.
"I rather like it too...amatus." He shifted a little, going from being on his side to rolling over so he hovered above his elf lobster - holding his weight carefully, of course, not wanting to crush him. But they were nose to nose this way, still. "What else did you want to tell me? Or ask me?"
Referring to when he said he had things to say - may as well lay it all out there, if there was anything left. Before Dorian got too distracted, anyway.