She turned to look at him, slowly smiling. "I wouldn't do that to you, even if I didn't like whomever was pursuing me." The smile grew sharp at the edges, a little wicked in design. "Besides, that would give Varric an excuse to put you into one of his stories as the knight the hero goes off to have midnight trysts with. It would all be very romantic." And embarrassing.

"Oh, come now. You would be a perfect example. With that armor on, you could flatten any one of them with one strike," Hawke admonished with a playful nudge to his side. "You'd be a perfect addition to our motley crew."

No rain, no monsters, no trouble, and a friendly captain of the Templars to share her evening with. What could be better? She was grateful the darkness hid the look in her eyes when she nodded. "More than ready. Are you, though?" If it was a challenge he wanted, she would be all to happy to oblige. "You can't blame me tomorrow if it bowls you off your feet."