[He does not know her. That is the plain and simple truth of it: Hawke, his Hawke, was both a man and a rogue, a steadying presence that Fenris longs for even now. So no, he does not know her. Perhaps he will recognize her soon, because really, that sense of humor is just the same, and in another circumstance, he might laugh.
Not here, though. Not with a woman he doesn't know, one who flirts with him teasingly.]
You've known me less than a minute.
[At least his voice is dry instead of angry. That's nice! Or at least: it's something.]
no subject
Not here, though. Not with a woman he doesn't know, one who flirts with him teasingly.]
You've known me less than a minute.
[At least his voice is dry instead of angry. That's nice! Or at least: it's something.]
Try again.