"I'll teach you the Ferelden sailing songs Bela taught me," he said with a smile just before he closed the little distance between them and kissed Killian deeply.
They could play and flirt and tease all they liked but this was the most fun to Hawke: giving in. Lust settled in his blood like an old familiar friend, like the fire he loved to call on.
Hawke waved a hand towards the fireplace, a lucky find, and light it with just a subtle burst of magic. A little demonstration of what he could do.