Chris shrugs lightly at the question. He wasn't going to inform Hawke's opinion one way or another, especially not when his own was so...unreliable.

"May if you want. Thought you were just working on that one."

Oh, but now here they were back to the room. What a surprise.

He should probably just tell Hawke, he'd be...well, at least sympathetic? Probably. The thought also just seemed...exhausting. How much would he need to say? Or how much could he get away with not saying?

"Yeah." There's a pause like he's going to say more even though he'd been aiming for 'brusque' and he sighs. Chris pours a little more bourbon into his glass and makes for the overly wide chair by the window.

"It was. Bit of a mess now, but it's still useful to hold to." Probably. "There's food and drink on the table there, if you like it."