One of them, at least, was thinking about their position. She was focused on other things, like his breathing and the way he tasted, the feel of his tongue and how he responded to her if she did one thing or another. They were meticulous little things, half-lost in the sensations, but all of them were stowed away for future use. There was always something honest and open in the way people came together like this and it allowed her to see sides of him she wasn't aware of.

Little by little, she'd know more about him, why every lingering kiss seemed deeper each time, and how every nip or slide of tongue was more sensual than the last. A little like a thief, she'd prize them away. She was already more than pleased with how things were progressing, her tongue answering his without shying away.

There was some reluctance when he pulled away, Hawke nearly leaning right after as he worried at her lip just briefly. She raised her eyes to his and then glanced down at them, eventually nodding. A hint of a smirk was left on her lips as she scooted back and then stood. "That might be a better idea," she agreed.