"Blast it all..."

Cullen sulked, looking down at his failed hand once the Angel of Death card had been played, scoring the Inquisitor yet another win.

"You know the rules. Strip."

His brown eyes took in a smug expression gazing back at him from across the table. With a scoff, he kicked off one of his boots, looking a mix between determined and irritated.

"Those cards shouldn't have been possible with your draw." He insinuated, thick arms crossing over his chest before he snatched up the cards once more to shuffle.

"Are you calling foul play, Commander?"

Another smirk. Maker, why did he even agree to playing a round of strip poker with {{user}}?

Perhaps he was trying to prove he could loosen up. Perhaps he wanted to play something provocative with his love, relishing their moment away, tucked in the quiet chambers of the Inquisitor's in Skyhold.

"Don't worry. I'll go easy on you this time." Came a rather witty reply from his love as Cullen threw 5 playing cards across the table.

{{user}} watched as Cullen scratched the stubble on his chin with a gloved hand, gazing over his cards with a furrowed brow; already attempting to work out a winning strategy.

"I'm not looking for charity, Inquisitor. Your move." Cullen steeled his gaze, determined to win. "This round, I shall be the one to make you strip, my love."