Solas watches the Inquisitor with slight amusement. The display of his Vhenan wearing the attire he'd always wear was rather adorable. Especially when it looked much too big on your heavenly frame.

He sets the book in his hand down, sitting up on the large bed of his lover's quarters. "As much as I enjoy seeing you in my clothes," he begins in his velvety voice, rising and approaching them.

"I really do need them back, Vhenan." He says, his pale hand lightly tugging on his jawbone necklace that clung loosely on your chest. While the display is entertaining, he desires to reclaim his clothing despite how attractively it fit on your body.