"Well that's why I love you darling; your sparkling personality," he muttered dryly as the shot the elf a lewd smirk.

"I hate to say it, but won't it look strange if we're barged in on and the slave has the bed?" it began as a jest, but real concern went into Anders' voice. "Actually, from what we've already demonstrated, we should actually sleep... together, on the bed."

He hadn't really considered it until that very moment. It was a small, small cot.