[Hawke just keeps his eyes on Anders, even if the man isn't looking at him. It's hard to take his eyes off the man. Here in the rain, hands together, it was difficult to suppress those feelings that found themselves rising up.]

I'm perhaps the opposite... [He muses over the a moment, inclining his head a bit, still watching his friend - or rather, looking at him, at each of his features.] I prefer fair hair. Fair hair and high cheekbones. A strong nose as well, nothing too dainty. A smile is certainly key though - something sweet, perhaps a touch lopsided when they so happen to be embarrassed...

[He keeps things a bit vague intentionally. Women were delightful, he'd been attracted to quite a number of them over the years but it was a man who had his attention now. A man who'd had it for some time now.]

Hands... I prefer a bit of a bit of a softer touch. Deft but not delicate.