Suitov debrainwashed Weft and they shared a clumsy, desperate kiss just seconds before they were parted for ever.

It's minimalist, I suppose...

But you KNOW I want more detail.

Those words abstracted Iceheart's attention abruptly from the winter landscape outside the window.

"My dear friend," he began, addressing the assassin who was currently wrapped in his arms and gently purring.

"Mm?" enunciated Weft, too warm and comfortable to move.

"When I agreed to sleep with you..."

"Mmmmm."

"...which you convinced me was the only way to save the dragons' lives..."

"Oh," said Weft, "yeah, the dragons, yeah. Only way."

"I don't recall marriage being mentioned at any point."

Weft opened his eyes and leaned back a little. He gave Iceheart a narrow look. Then he chuckled. "You're such a kidder, Rigey. A one-night stand? Really, what sort of boy do you think I am?"