Perhaps she'd rib him about how easily he could blush even now, tired and injured and irritated. But for the time being, she simply nodded and let him sit, heading into the common room of the Rose. She stopped only once by the door to scan the room for any signs of her uncle - of which there were none, thank the Maker - before she crossed the threshold and made her way to the bar. Vivika wasn't there, surprisingly; another woman was, the other bookkeeper, who gave Hawke the critical eye as she came over.

"A little late - or early - yet to be out, Messer. What can I do for you?"

"I'm here to see Madame Lusine, actually," she said. "It's...something of an emergency. If you could point me to her--"

The woman didn't seem entirely inclined to argue, gesturing to the door beside the bar. "In the back, dearie. It's been a long night, though, and I wouldn't expect her to be overly generous."

With a nod of gratitude, she did as instructed, and found the white haired woman having a drink with a few of her other workers, ones who clearly wore the color and uniform of the Coterie. As she approached, one of the guards gave her a once-over and Lusine cocked a lazy eyebrow. "Oh. You." Hawke winced. That couldn't be a good sign. "I wasn't expecting the other Amell tonight. Your uncle was by earlier for a drink and an eyeful of my girls," she said, standing. "Well, what do you want?"

Her eyes strayed to the mercenaries, then back to the proprietor. "I was hoping you'd lend me a hand, Madam Lusine. My friend and I have had a difficult evening and we need some assistance." Her eyebrow shot up higher, if that was even possible. "I can pay."

Lusine sighed, entirely put upon, and handed her glass to one of the workers. "Come on, then. What's all the fuss about?" Hawke led her right back to Cullen through the side door, skipping the main room altogether.