[For a moment he's not overly sure what to do with that hand, if he should keep holding it or offer an arm, or shove his hands in his pockets and play it cool while they walk out.]

I've a roommate. [Submissive.] She'll be out, though, she's nocturnal. [Vampire. Also, they've well-established a sock-on-the-door rule. Ava knows how to be discreet.

He's walked home from the bar here many a time before, but rarely with somebody else. Every so often he glances aside, can be caught looking Dorian over like he's a little amazed that he's there and actually coming with him. To say nothing of-- yeah, nah, nevermind, that one's too bad even for Hawke. But the man is damned handsome, and carefully made so, a sort of honed attractive that Hawke has never been real great at emulating. And more importantly, he's charming, and not one of those gussied-up Orlesian ponces that make him want to terminally roll his eyes.

The streets of the Up are much nicer than the Down, though feel almost lifeless this time of night, with just the two of them walking. At least continually getting caught admiring adds some spice to the anticipation.]

You said we didn't talk much, when I go to Skyhold? Really a shame.