â Well, well, well. â
        Hawke genuinely looked a bit taken aback by his responseâ         it was absurd that Anders would stop his work for anything,         much less an outing of social nature. But, when Hawke got her way,         it was best not to question it, so ripples of satisfaction         curved on her lips instead of queries. It wasnât as if it were         disconcerting that he seemed more than accepting of her offer.         Maybe this was a momentary lapse in self control; could he not         deny her any longer? Momentarily, she squinted at him, gathering         up all of the reserves of skin around her eyes as her brows furrowed,          searching for the nuances of sarcasm in his voice. Coming back          empty-handed, it seemed.Â
           â Then shall we? â
         She tossed her head towards the exit. Nonchalant(ish).
        For Hawke? He could always take a break. Despite the ache         in his back and Justiceâs mild protest from the recess of his         mind, he stood, brushing the dust off his coat and stretching.Â
          â You donât need to look quite so           shocked you know, have I really           given you the impression that Iâm           no fun at all? â
        Anders shook his head and tutted.
          â Clearly I need to try harder. Lead           the way, Hawke. â
        Offering her a placating smile, he really did think he needed         to step up, opening the clinic door and following her through.         No doubt on their way to their usual dive.











