Hawke's lips lightly pressed to Anders' own, enjoying every kiss from the man, be they passionate or be they delicate. Eyes falling closed, he turned his head just enough to lean into those fingers that stroked his cheek, foreheads together as a look of bliss seemed to cross Hawke's face. It felt good - it felt right to simply be here with him. No matter what he and Anders did tonight, so long as he could keep the man here in his arms, he was content.

"You don't need to prove anything, Anders... Not to me," his eyes slowly opened once more, gazing fondly at the ones that gazed right back. His arms around the mage, his hands lightly slid across his back, sighing lightly through his nose.

"Though I doubt the stars would have any objections to witnessing that."