Hawke's hand is warm and calloused and he smiles a bit for the familiarity there too. That was going to keep happening, wasn't it? Annoying, but fine. The banter is better.

"Then they'll look stunningly painted on over that lovely ass of yours." The lovely ass he remembers Hawke bitching about in the past, so he doesn't give the man a lot of time to do more than take his next breath before Chris yanks him in close, wraps his arms around him and takes one massive flap to push them off the ground. Between the strength in his wings and shoulders and the magical boost of the earrings, it's nearly effortless to take Hawke high above the throng of the city. No one ever looks up and Chris is banking on that now as he leads them towards a generic office building ultimately not that far away.

"When you've some pants on, I'll take you on all kinds of loops and dives, don't want to give your friend whiplash meanwhile." He calls to Hawke as they swoop in an arch and land outside the building's main doors. Though, once they set down, Chris keeps hands on his friend just in case he needs to find his land legs again.