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[Fenris carefully puts away his leathers and armor in a cubby. He's not ashamed of his nudity, having lived the fabulous life of a slave, and he was only ever self-conscious about the swirls of lyrium. But he knows Hawke well enough that he need not hide them from her. He grabs a cloth -- they're extra fluffy in this world - and wraps it around his waist before entering the bathing area.]
In personality, you are no different at all.
[He discards the cloth as he sinks into the bath, eyes drawn to the heat steaming off the water and not her. Out of respect.]