Fenris had not allowed himself to imagine how it would feel, to hold Hawke against him and press his lips to her skin. It is simultaneously thrilling and frightening to have exactly that now, the fear that he may yet act incorrectly nagging at him.

Boldly he steps closer, his free hand resting in the small of her back to push their bodies together. Layers of cloth and armour still separate them, but the closeness is intoxicating nonetheless.

"No one is awake?" He murmurs against her throat. He is hesitant about remaining in the living room. It is late, yes, but if someone should wander through the house to fetch a glass of water...