"You say that like those didn't work out," Hawke offers in his own defense, as if one can possibly exist, sparkling back up at Anders despite the fact that this is an excellent vantage point to be pushed off the bed. "Eventually, anyway." He sighs, chest lifting with enough psuedo-drama to also like, lift Anders a little. "So you wouldn't settle for 'it'd be awfully convenient, and an excuse to buy you jewelry'?--I don't mean it, please don't smother me."

Since it's also an excellent vantage point for that. "Well. The convenience part, not the jewelry thing."

Look, he's still pissed about the evaporating chantry amulet. Months later. Stupid matrix. "I am serious, I'll have you know." As per usual he is incapable of not talking out of the side of his mouth, probably especially because he's asking for something he really wants. That's harder than taking a morality compliment. "Marry me. I know the timing's terrible, but when isn't it?"

Perhaps he can convey his myriad feelings by staring soppily, yes? Maybe some hair petting? Also yes. Also, also, Anders should definitely voice 'former apostate' as an intrinsic flaw, so Hawke can raise seventy miles of eyebrow at him. It's possible if he were going to care about that - or anything else - he would have started years before this.