He did like being pet - good lord, Hawke was spoiling him. It was wonderful, really. Been quite some time since he'd been properly doted upon, he'd bask in the attention. And give as well as he received, of course. "Oh?" The good Captain was sweaty, and sticky, and probably in need of a shower - but he'd get one later, or a bath, there was plenty of time for cleaning up.
Now, however, he settled atop the smorgasbord and set his teeth on the sharp angles of the tempting collarbone beneath him, then lips trailed down - kisses here and there, until he got to equally tempting hipbones. These were just asking to be nibbled on. "What'd you tell her?" Asked before the tip of his tongue forged a trail all along the crevice between hip and thigh.