Nathaniel takes Anders' hand this time, and leads him away from the camp. There is a grove of trees within walking distance, but far enough away that they will not be heard. Evergreens, so the forest floor is a clean layer of fallen needles. Even their footfalls go unheard.

He presses Anders against a tree and kisses him again, blood heating up.

"I," he mutters against Anders' lips, "was so jealous when Zevran asked if he could still sleep with you."