Heh. He was a shit, he knew it, but what a funny noise that was! Still, Killian wouldn't torture the poor fellow. He even let out a rough laugh and twisted the hook in its brace, click, taking it out so he could drop it beside the mattress. No more danger of freezing cold metal touching skin, or an accidental stabbing.
Though the cold, to him, actually felt pleasant - he shuddered, arching into the touch as his lashes fluttered closed over eyes that had gone a bit dark. "How considerate of you to ask..." One eye cracked open, and a smirk crept along his expression. "I wouldn't mind, I don't think. I'd enjoy it, in fact." How he wished he had a power like that - or actually, in times like these he really wished for both hands, to feel more, to hold more, but he'd do the best he could.
"You can do whatever you want to me, darling." Obviously, Killian trusted him. Though he supposed there were a few things that were a bit too kinky even for him - but he doubted Hawke enjoyed them either.