She left off her attentions to laugh. "Well, with any luck, there'll be plenty of food. Not really the sort I'd picture for breakfast but..." Provided the bait worked as well as was promised.

So long as he was enjoying himself, she had no concerns. She slowed as his breath caught in his throat, smiling deviously. Her eyes wandered, looking for a suitable place to perhaps leave a reminder for him, one that wouldn't be evident in his armor. Oh, the options she had... Hawke's gaze slid upwards, from his throat and to his chin before she straightened herself to look at him fully.

"By choice? Or... Well, I suppose a Templar's schedule hardly leaves room for a love life."