Dim light floods the room when Anders flips the switch, Hawke having pre-set the dimmer to what he deems to be a romantic level - low enough to see by but not bright enough to be jarring to his eyes having sat in the dark for so long.

On the bed, surrounded by a ring of scattered red and white rose petals, is Adalwolfe. He's stark naked, arranged artfully against the pillows at the head of the bed. In his lap, just ready to be unwrapped, is an incredibly elaborate red satin bow, so large that it completely obscures the piece of anatomy it's tied snugly but gently around.

"Happy Satinalia, my love," Wolfe grins broadly at Anders, using a low and sultry tone. "Come unwrap your gift."