"Why? You want to watch?" Hawke leered at him, setting her elbow on his shoulder and putting her chin in her hand. "We'd have to invite Fenris too, you know. He can drink anyone under the table and I'd love to see how quickly he'd win against the three of us."

She grinned. "You can try next time. I'd welcome the challenge." If she didn't get him entirely drunk first. That was something she'd wait patiently for, if only to see his defenses go down. She smiled as he fumbled with the laces at her waist, doing her best to sit as still as possible. "We're bringing a light next time," she teased. "More space, a little more light."