[ As far as Hawke knows she's never seen this particular handsome young man in her life so she is, as is her preferred state, blissfully ignorant. Her eyes watch his hand as he has enough control not to engage in premature precipitation of the knife. ]
Hm...
[ She leans forward again, this time not quite as intentionally, as she peers at what's on offer. ]
no subject
Hm...
[ She leans forward again, this time not quite as intentionally, as she peers at what's on offer. ]
Oh! What are those charming little bear things?