His gaze shifts to her hands as soon as he notices her shift, paying attention to the way she clenches it. The mark, he'll have to look at it later, study it a little more if he can. If she's okay with it but right now is about reunions. Not research, and slowly he manages to look back up, turning slightly as she comes back to him, the bath at his back, almost trapping him.

"At least... at least there has been some benefit to it all." Something you could almost consider worth it all and Liaran swallows, aware just how close she is before she even touches him. So close, and it's been so long.

He freezes a little when her fingers start on his buttons, throat bobbing as he swallows. "Is," He starts, eyes wide and he's a man grown, had his vallaslin for over a decade but she's working his coat and shirt off, revealing more and more pale skin to her eyes, small flicks of scars here and there from a typical Dalish life. A bruise to his side from his travelling and he swallows, meeting her eyes because watching her hands will only make his cock twitch again.

"Y-You don't own me anything." He swallows, throat thick and Creators her hand on his chest feels good, his heart racing as she leans against him, mouth so close. "You did it all... all yourself."

He can't do this. Not anymore and the last shred of his control snaps, Liaran surging forward. Hands find her hips, anchoring her against him and she can probably feel him half hard against her hip but he doesn't care, mouth meeting hers with as much finesse as he can manage as he lets his hunger, his need consume him. He's wanted to kiss her since he saw her there, alive, healthy in the hall and fenedhis, he's not sure how he managed to wait, her mouth soft and warm against his, enough to pull a little groan from him.