[Amatus. That's a word she's heard pass between Dorian and Arhen and the way Fenris is looking at her, touching her cheek, it's not hard to guess the meaning.]

That's lucky then. You'll have me for as long as you want me, ma sa'lath.

[Her one love, in a language of a people he isn't entirely fond of. But it's who she is, it's all she has to give back in terms of endearments. She turns her head to kiss his palm, as gentle as possible against the lines of lyrium there.]

Do you intend to have me here in your lap, or can we make it to the bed?