"In a minute," Hawke demurs, absurdly, like cuddling is so much more important than sounding less like he's been using broken glass as lozenges. Which it totally is, thank you, at least to Hawke. To demonstrate he actually holds on more tightly, then retires dramatically backwards like a marionette whose operator has been suddenly called away by something important.

He's actually just scheming about rings with his eyes shut, but surely especially since he didn't mention them Anders expects that.