gentleman, is she rly your wife if you don't kill her once?

Solas watched her, as she left him behind to approach the dress. He lingered by the stairs, appreciating the fact he was able to watch her walk away from him. He doesn't even realize she's saying his name. Not until she says it again.

Is it curious? Or perhaps it's true. He chuckled softly, as he finally moved towards her. Elvhen for arrogant, prideful... and I fear with you where you belong once more, he reached to pick the dress up. And as he carefully led one of her arms through the dress, and then the next, he smirked at her. [b]My arrogance might only grow worse.[/q]

His touch was careful, fingers gliding over her soft skin. Hmmm, the buttons are on the back because no-one has considered placing them on the front. He chuckled, moving to carefully button the dress. He took his time, humming quietly to her.

Perhaps I'll bring a tailor from Haven...