To be honest, Hawke hadn't expected experience when it came to Merrill. The Dalish were a load of stick-in-the-muds when it came to stuff like this.
She gently took hold of her free hand, resting it on her hip, hoping she could take the right sort of hint. She wouldn't go for deepening the kiss until she was sure Merrill was ready for it - she might be drunk, but she was still considerate of stuff like that.