"My 'friend' appreciates the lack of windshear," Hawke shoots back wryly, enjoying the little drop in his stomach as they swoop and dive in for a landing. There's something to be said for flying naked too. He wonders if he'd flown when he was a dragon if he would have felt this way. Wind on his scales...

Best not to think too hard on that right now or his 'friend' might get the wrong idea.

It does take him a moment to find his balance. He's a tall man and certainly not used to being carried, but in short order he's on his feet and pulling just enough away from Chris to show he doesn't need the support but not so far as to imply he's uncomfortable. If he's honest, being naked isn't that big of a deal. If it weren't for prying eyes at least.

"Alright, lead on my fine feathered friend. Maybe if I paint those pants on, as you said, you'll be able to keep your tongue in your mouth." He smirks, having noticed the amount of compliments Chris has paid him in the short while since being picked up at the train station. It's nice. Odd, as he's not used to such casual fluffs to his ego, but certainly has him feeling some kind of way. If it was any other day he might be able to parse what sort of way that is, but today doesn't seem to be a good day for navel-gazing.