There. That was the reaction she was looking for. She contained the smug expression she was almost certain she was wearing as she continued down his throat, tongue flicking out from between her lips once or twice in her progress.

Hawke paused only once when his hands tangled into her hair, leaning back into his touch. Her answer was a smile and a softer kiss at his throat, followed by an almost contradictory nip at his collar. "I don't hear that too often," she teased against warm skin, hands finding his shoulders and kneading fingers into the muscle there.