[It's a moment after that kiss is broken that Hawke finally opens his eyes, allowing them to come into focus upon Anders' face as he catches his breath. He watches the man, letting the rush from his kiss subside, listening to his friend's words and the concerns he voices.]
I shall take that under advisement...
[The hand that was still holding Anders' own releases, slipping away. Anders is right - he is a possessed apostate, a danger to be around. Yet Hawke just moves in closer again, reaching over and brushing his middle and index fingers across the bridge of Anders' nose. His fingers streak a few stray droplets of rain along it and to his cheek, mirroring the red war paint that's smeared across his own.]
But you know how difficult it is for me to resist an adventure.
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I shall take that under advisement...
[The hand that was still holding Anders' own releases, slipping away. Anders is right - he is a possessed apostate, a danger to be around. Yet Hawke just moves in closer again, reaching over and brushing his middle and index fingers across the bridge of Anders' nose. His fingers streak a few stray droplets of rain along it and to his cheek, mirroring the red war paint that's smeared across his own.]
But you know how difficult it is for me to resist an adventure.