That metal was still damn cold and Hawke wiggled away from his, whining like a mabari denied a treat. He was a master of ice magic but he did not like being cold.
"Maker, the places I've gotten splinters just for a lay," he said with a happy laugh. They were good memories at the moment. Sex did wonders to keep him from feeling bitter and angry about the past. "It's really only terribly impressive in battle."
But he chilled his fingers to a pleasant cold and brushed them over Killian's forehead and along the length of his jaw. "I can use force magic to hold you down, leaving my hands free to do what they want but I ask first. Some lovers had not enjoyed being held like that."