"Good man." His small, fond, smile is still in place and he sits up a little when Hawke pulls back to begin tracing fingers down Hawke's hair and face and chest, his magic trailing after to clean him in their wake. He was still going to insist on a shower, but feeling clean usually helped clear a head after something so intense as well.

"Will you let me take you to a shower now? I'll help you clean up and then apply that lotion to your skin." His soft smile turns rakish. "Could heal the marks instead of treat them, but I'd rather they stay if it's all same to you."