[The abrupt change of conversation is jarring. He doesn't feel it should be brushed aside, but that must be his guilt and some amount of neediness talking. And being the source of all this grief, he's in no position to crawl to Hawke for comfort. He'll do his best for hers, instead.]

I should hope you don't entertain the others... [Or didn't, as his trailing off implies. He isn't sure where he stands anymore, and he isn't about to drill her about it.

When the Skitty crawls into his lap and curls up, he tries to relax somewhat, careful to avoid disturbing either of them.]

I think I've endured my fair share of both, frankly.

I don't think I've ever been somewhere quite so clean. It's a bit uncomfortable, in a way. [Well, in many ways. But he means the unfamiliarity of so much healthy, wild green in one place. Mostly.]