[Well, he has to be grateful for the rags, at least. He runs the smallest over his face and hands, getting the last of the dog's saliva off of himself with a shudder. The urge to complain again about how revolting dogs are is strong, but he resists.
He also almost pretends like he doesn't see Hawke waving around her unmentionables, but even the towel can't cover every bit of flushed skin on his face.]
Why do you insist on being so difficult? It ceased to be cute years ago.
[That's a big fat lie if he ever told one, and it's obvious by the joking undertone. But in this moment, the jesting is a bit awkward. Enough that he refrains from a more lewd comment concerning her armor, or lack of it.]
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He also almost pretends like he doesn't see Hawke waving around her unmentionables, but even the towel can't cover every bit of flushed skin on his face.]
Why do you insist on being so difficult? It ceased to be cute years ago.
[That's a big fat lie if he ever told one, and it's obvious by the joking undertone. But in this moment, the jesting is a bit awkward. Enough that he refrains from a more lewd comment concerning her armor, or lack of it.]
We do stick out a bit in town, don't we?