Hawke's more surprised that while she offers contact, he seems to be more focused on making the decisions with some degree of finality. Despite the few hesitations she can see in his muscles and in his eyes, Fenris is just as willing as she is to continue. Even though she's a mage.

It's humbling in more ways than one to know she is possibly the only mage he would ever allow this close, to show his affections to, without harming them.

She tilts her head into the press of his lips, her free hand coming around to rest at the small of his back. The kisses are nearly feather-light, enough to make her toes curl, and she squeezes their hands briefly. Carefully turning her head, she brushes her lips against his cheek when she has the opportunity to reciprocate.