That's two members of the not normal about Solas club, then. And perhaps Felassan should stand aside and let Beleth be the president, because sticking with the man who destroyed the world for four thousand years and then letting him kill you is one thing, but agreeing to be trapped in prison with him for an indefinite and perhaps eternal period of time is entirely another. At least Felassan could always walk across the continent and ward away dreams whenever he needed a break.

He is opening his mouth to say something to Beleth. The thing he is about to say might be it was that good? with a friendly smile and not all that much lasciviousness — maybe he'd mean the conversation, maybe he'd mean the kissing — but they are both spared from this by Solas' interjection, which redirects Felassan into giving him a flat sort of glare.

Like attracts like.