Chris shrugs. It's Hawke's decision on his timeline for this. Chris can offer to help, but he's not the mage's nanny, he'd do as he would and Chris' protests would only come at the eleventh hour.

He's about to say he's pretty sure security could use a brush up when the utter subject change throws him.

"What? Like...in general? Here? Sex? Life? That's way too broad, Hawke."