Mesaraih narrowed his eyes and pointed an accusing finger at Ester. "That is not what's going on here," he said with clearly feigned conviction. His expression quickly softened afterwards, even more so when he heard Ester's next words.<br/><br/>Mesaraih could feel his pulse on his wrists and in his neck from how strong his heart had started to beat. "I suppose not," he said. "You probably have enough of an idea now."<br/><br/>He stepped closer to her and felt his heartbeat go even faster. There was a strange fluttering feeling in his stomach that rose and fell in equal measure, sometimes nearly up to his throat. He put a hand around her waist and drew her closer to him.<br/><br/>"Do you see now why I would have left the others for you? Why I asked for your favorite color?" Their faces were inches from each other's, but he still waited for her to lift her eyes up to look at him again.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">Valehna nodded towards Tal, entering through the frame and beginning to descend the staircase. He hard the Qunari entering when she was nearly halfway down, and her ears picked up another sound as well. It seemed like soft voices speaking to each other at the foot of the stairs, and they seemed familiar.<br/><br/>"Mesaraih and Ester?" she asked herself in a low, soft voice. She continued her descent, curious to see if the room was as far as they had gotten since they left.</span>