Orym looks thrilled at that laughter, unwinding one arm from around Dorian's neck so he can brush his fingertips along the bard's cheek. He lifts his chin to catch those lips in a kiss.

"Good. Me too."

They could take it all off, the clothes and everything they symbolized, until it was just the two of them. And then Orym would remind Dorian of just how fully and completely he was wanted and loved.