Bel had to avert his eyes from the PFoD. His mind raced with thoughts of what to tell Anders to explain. Sorry, it was the demon part of me that wanted to frak you, and now that part's gone, so, uh, yeah, it was nice, but it's not going to happen again, and if you say one word I'm going to kill you?

Somehow, he didn't think that would go over well.

"Sorry," he said lamely. "Maybe later?" Not that he meant it, but it was definitely easier than trying to explain.