"And if I had the time, I'd teach them. Between sleeping with you and making sure none of the people who still somehow care about me try any heroics, I'm swamped." That, and the mage he'd most like to share anything intimate with now wanted him dead.

"I'm certain you don't want me to short you on the goodbye sex." Then they're in the room and he's closing the door after her, smile faint but there. The wink, her cheer, it helps dispel some of the mood hanging over him. Yes, things are about to end, but they'd been about to end back in Kirkwall, too.

"I'm certain I don't want me to short you on the goodbye sex, or myself either." And then he's crowding Isabela, pressing a series of hungry kisses to her throat.