There's a little thrill at his consent and Hawke doesn't try to fight her smile. She turns and kisses him again, just a brush of her lips against his, and then pulls away just enough that she can take his hand again. With a gentle tug, she backs up toward the stairs, and that gets the attention of her dog at the fireplace.

She stops and looks over, putting a finger to her lips. "You stay right there, okay?" He doesn't seem particularly put off at the suggestion and curls right back up. Hawke gives Fenris a brief look, her smile sheepish. "Come on."