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WHO: Cyril and Sam
WHAT: Cy doesn't know about Sam's dog form. He thinks he's talking to a stray about something he hasn't shared with anyone.
WHEN: Um, sometime? That fits in? With everything going on... /whistles.
WHERE: Just outside of Skyhold
NOTES: Cy is dumb. Also this gets to be very NSFW towards the end.

Cyril had been pulled away from his stall in the courtyard to help some pilgrims who's cart broke on the road up here. It had broken his routine and gotten him outside of the castle. After everything was settled and the pilgrims were safe inside the walls, he had lingered outside.

He was starting to forget how much he enjoyed not being surrounded by crafted stone. Out here it was cold, and there was snow, and mountains, but he was alone and not cooped up.

He found a nice place that got some decent sunlight and sat. Now that he was completely by himself he pulled a silver ring from deep within his pocket and examined it, turning it over in his hands. This ring had belonged to Sam. Cyril had slipped it off his finger the first night they had met. Usually he'd sell such a thing, but he had kept this one and hadn't told anyone he had it.

Not even Merrick knew about it. Now that he thought no one could see him he could take it out and enjoy the shape of it.

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He really thought Cyril was going to go with something about rings with that, but nope, right into the gutter. The chill air is not really covering up the blush now, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth a bit as he clears his throat a bit. "They're just jokes?"

"I suppose they aren't anymore, are they?" Cyril asks. "Not that we've both admitted to wanting to each other naked. There's no point to not do that."

There is some temptation to just mess around with Cyril's words, but decides against it - for the time being. "I mean, I wouldn't mind the teasing still... as long as it isn't just teasing."

Cyril pauses and moves closer to Sam. He all but presses against him. "It isn't," he says, his tone as suggestive as he can make it. "It never really was."

Sam physically swallows at that, tongue poking out to wet his lips again as he looks down at Cyril. "Would have been good to have known before..." A lot of nights tossing and turning with being flirted with but having that huge 'just friends' thing over his head.

Cyril nods a bit, agreeing. "I know," he says. He takes Sam's hand. "Come on, let's go."

The smile on his face is large as he feels the slight chill to Cyril's hand from being outside as he's pulled along, letting his fingers squeeze back. "Where to first?"

Cyril raises his brow a bit. "A private room, or the tavern?" he asks, letting Sam make the choice.

"I'd say the tavern first, but you don't drink." He doesn't drink much himself, but he's learning to enjoy having one every once in a while. "Unless you want tea to warm you up."

"I would think that you could warm me up just as easily," he says after a moment, offering Sam a small smirk.

"No arguments there, but still different." He lets out an amused huff, running his free hand through his hair. "So I guess no point in going to the tavern." Suppose that left the private room.

"Your room or mine?" Cyril asks then. "We don't... We don't have to rush into anything. We can just relax."

Sam slows for just a second, looking down to Cyril amusingly. "How private is your room? Don't you still share with Merrick?" Who probably will try and kick his ass. "No, we don't have to do anything, but I'm not going to say 'no' if it does go in that direction." Honestly he's been so used to just being around Cyril and not doing anything that it might take a little time easing into it.

That offer does an odd thing to Cyril. He feels weirdly nervous in a way that he isn't entirely used to and has no idea where it came from. "I do, but he should be out." As long as Cyril cleaned up after them, it should be okay. It was weird to think of offering it though. Usually he was so careful to keep men out of his and Merrick's space.

He's talking about the offer rather calmly but it does sound a bit unusual to him. When they were just friends Cyril never invited him to the room unless Merrick was sick or there was something specific they were working on. Something like this-

"We can just go to my loft then. Kirk is accustomed to you being there, and I know he'll be out for a while." If nothing happened then no issues when the man showed up, but they did it would be easy enough to put up their signaled item for privacy.

Cyril smiles at that idea. He's very comfortable in Sam's space, and Kirk had proven to very fun. "How is that arrangement going? You and Kirk, I mean."

"Having Kirk as a roommate? It's been going quite well. We're both enjoying the arrangement - least I haven't heard any complaints." Quite the opposite really. "Hm, well maybe there was one when we first got the cats."

"He's very handsome you know. You both are. I might get a little carried away with fantasy here and there," Cyril teases a bit.

That certainly has Sam raising a brow. "Are you suggesting something?" Something like along the lines of what Kirk's suggested. Speaking of, the man was probably going to be so smug.

Cyril chuckles a bit. "I might be, but why don't we get used to each other before we do anything like that."

He's going to be having issues sleeping again with that thought put in his head again - thanks Cyril. "That... is a very good idea." Honestly if suggested he doesn't think he'd say 'no', but just working on this, seeing what this was, Sam was more then happy on just focusing on that.

It isn't terribly long with their banter before they're at the door of the armory. Moving ahead a bit he opens the door, offering for Cyril to go first.

Cyril goes into the armory and feels oddly nervous. He glances around to see how many people are near before heading towards the stairs to go to Sam's room. He's around this place all of the time, and has been to Sam's room more than he can count, and yet now for some reason he feels like he has butterflies zooming around in his stomach.

"One day you are going to have to get a room that's a bit more private."

"What, and I thought you enjoyed the view from up here," he teases, following behind, though also checking to see who was around. At this time of day and without too many orders there isn't anyone in the armory for the day - more then likely work being done in the undercroft.

"A door would certainly be nice. I have been looking, but there isn't a whole lot of places available. That's half the reason Kirk is staying with me after all."

"They do have a bit of a crowding issue," Cyril agreed. "A lot of people want to help save the world." They got to Sam's room now and Cyril turned to look at the human.

He smiled a bit, but some of the nerves he was feeling were clear on his face. It was unusual to see on him and made him seem very young.

"People wanting to save the world. Rifters. Refugees," he lists off as he ascends the stairs. It was more then a bit of crowding honestly.

He's barely at the last stair when Cyril turns around, the nervous smile stopping him where he's at, putting them at just about the same height. Everyone gets nervous, but it's something he doesn't accommodate with the elf, so used to him being charismatic and confident.

"We don't need to do anything, you know," he offers, slowly taking the last step to stand next to Cyril. "Just like any time you come up here."