The Captain was a mess, sweaty and debauched, and still quite curled around the man on top of him - Hawke would be clung to for a bit, arms and legs wrapped around him well enough to resemble barnacles on a ship's prow. Knees snugly hugged his sides, and Killian chuckled into that kiss - oh surely, he'd have demanded one.
"You catch on quickly, Garrett," he said, referring to the way his mind had been read so well - body language, probably, and a connection. "Mm, yes, one room checked off...but I quite like it in here so I might have to keep checking it off." Fingers pushed back some of the man's hair, and Killian was still panting slightly but at least his heart rate was beginning to come down and not sound like thunder or a herd of spooked buffalo running from the city. "Suppose those sources were right about your bedroom prowess."