She would need to remember to tell him later that there probably wasn't a soul in Thedas who could have refused him when he looked like that, his gaze dark and almost unreadable. She shivered as he pulled away from her, though he wasn't far enough for him to miss his touch. Hawke moved right back into his embrace without a second thought.

Her hands stayed on his shoulders as she stepped against the bench, her legs framing his. Carefully, she took up her place again in his lap and she dipped her head to kiss him hungrily.