It really was like a scene out of one of Varric's book, the mage and the pirate all tangled together on a couch with a ripped shirt still held in his hand. "I may have to keep this as a trophy. Tie it around my wrist as a token of your affection."
There was no tension, no worry. Hawke was very confident of his welcome as he settled himself between Killian's thighs and made himself comfortable. "This house has roughly three rooms. Will you truly be satisfied by that? I want more of you." He made that intent clear with a very possessive kiss.