@witandcharm sent: He runs his fingers through his messy locks, the other hand resting atop his broad shoulder as a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Strange, how despite all your time running about in the woods alongside the Inquisitor, you still manage to look so... handsome. In an rugged and unwashed way." It was a gift to have him return in one piece, which is why he didn't hesitate to lean in, lips meeting his own in a kiss that felt all too brief. "Shall we get you cleaned up? In private- preferably..."
Among all the things Hawke expected to find with the Inquisition when he followed Varric’s call, a reason to survive this new blight as sweet and enticing as Dorian Pavus was not one of them. It’s been a while since he had such motivation to return home in one piece and while he stands there, the gentle caress of fingers in his hair and a loving gaze on him, he acknowledges that for the first time in years life feels finally like more than just surviving again.
“Do you mean to say you don’t like my new perfume? Freshly ground demon with a hint of deepstalker. At least I hope that’s what’s dripping down my neck,” Hawke offers with his usual level of seriousness. The kiss he’s given is decidedly too short and he chases it for a moment, but Dorian is out of reach too quickly.
“If the offer of a private bath with you is your way of training me to come back spick and span-- it’s working splendidly, don’t let any future grime dissuade you from this tactic.”