There's something about that movement that is incredibly catlike, and it fills Anders with a rush of adoring affection. He dips down and kisses Hawke, swift and gentle and almost chaste, before settling himself back down again.

"Marrying you sounds like the best thing that could possibly happen to me," he tells Hawke now that they're not looking right at each other. He needs Hawke to know that, to understand it whatever Anders' response is. His brows are still pinched. "You don't have to strong-arm me. I just don't want you to ... do something you'll regret."