Solona just kisses him back, grinning. "Anders," she says between kisses, "what is that I feel pressing against me?" She waggles her eyebrows suggestively. Time was running out, she knew that, but to not have him inside her at that point would be a sin. And Maker knew how much she wanted him, even after she just climaxed.

"Unless he was a mage, of course," Cullen points out. "Magical abilities are usually genetic. Your father could have been in the Gallows and you wouldn't have known."