"Not so long as the both of us were in Kirkwall." She gave a long suffering sigh. "No chasing, then, for your sake as well as mine."

Hawke smiled. "My dog is a prodigy, I'll have you know. He's better than Anders by now." She chuckled, raising her ale to her lips. "...Then again, everyone's better than Anders." It would be embarrassing if it wasn't downright funny to watch.

"Betrayed by my own dog," she muttered, though her voice was lacking in any real conviction. It was too puzzling. She turned to him. "Not even a growl? He really did nothing at all to stop you or even give a warning?" The dog didn't even stand Gamlen enough some days to keep from humming at the man. How could he have just let Cullen waltz in without a second thought?