Anders chokes on his own indrawn breath and splutters in an undignified manner, cheeks choke-pink. His eyes are wide, but narrow as he hauls himself up onto an elbow to look down into Hawke's face. "Are you sure you wouldn't like to try that again? Maybe you could offer me a copper relief of flowers."

Despite his offended tone, and his best attempts to school his expression, Anders can tell his smile has gone all dopey. Probably there's something wrong with him for loving an idiot, but not as much as there is wrong with Hawke wanting to spend the rest of his life with an apostate slash former abomination slash all the other ways that Anders is integrally flawed. Actually, it's probably good that Hawke only asked casually, it means the panic is setting in slower.