"Oh, I know." Lavellan's eyes glinted like he was greatly amused by Dorian's self-reflection. True, he used to think the mage's impatience was a hindrance, but he'd long since realized it was a bit of a turn on. The elf loved tormenting him just a little. That's probably part of the reason why they'd fought so much.
When Dorian shifted over him but didn't move all the way, Lavellan's eyes narrowed. "You won't hurt me," he said, sounding more impish than angry. It was generally off-putting when other people underestimated the elf for his size, but he knew that wasn't happening here. Dorian was being careful. It was sweet, in a way—almost amusing. Lavellan reached up to drag his fingers through the mage's hair, hoping that would be enticing enough for him to let go.
He did get quiet, though, when Dorian asked about there being more on his mind. "I'm sorry I worried you, vhenan. Truly." The elf continued to pet him, fingers dragging against the mage's scalp. "I'll try not to push myself like that again. I promise."