It was a surprisingly nice mental image that accompanied the mage's words - the sort of images he tended to save for those lonely nights in his estate. The idea of Anders straddling him, Anders' mouth against him, hearing the man panting and begging for him not to stop. Very nice images indeed - tempting ones at that.

Drawing in a breath, Hawke turned his head to catch a kiss of his own against Anders' lips, exhaling lightly against him. "Perhaps we had best make our way back to Kirkwall, then?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked at the man over top of him, mouth curling into a faint smirk. "As lovely as the evening air is... We might be more comfortable in my estate."