[And, of course, as Hawke's words reach his ears, his mind takes them and runs, providing images of what that might look like. Even just a quick tryst in an abandoned room, against a wall, over Anders' desk in his clinic...the heat spreads from under his collar up his face. Maker have mercy on him.
He was leaning forward. He was leaning forward into the bar as though magically pulled towards the other mage.
Nevermind, hang the Maker's mercy, he needed the Maker to smite him down where he sat.
He blinked and the color deepened as he jolted back and looked down, his smile turning a touch more self-deprecating. Slowly he pushed his glass towards Adalwolfe.]
Raincheck on that one, Hawke. In the meantime...my glass seems to be empty.
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He was leaning forward. He was leaning forward into the bar as though magically pulled towards the other mage.
Nevermind, hang the Maker's mercy, he needed the Maker to smite him down where he sat.
He blinked and the color deepened as he jolted back and looked down, his smile turning a touch more self-deprecating. Slowly he pushed his glass towards Adalwolfe.]
Raincheck on that one, Hawke. In the meantime...my glass seems to be empty.