Hawke arched an eyebrow as Merrill drank. Seriously? Like her, but... with more legs? She chose to take that as a compliment.
She couldn't deny that, so she made sure to drink, but... it did lead to questions. Questions she couldn't help but ask. "Does Anders being here bother you? It shouldn't, really, because... he isn't my Anders. But you're my Merrill, which... means you're better than him. To me, anyway."