Despite the lively fire that burned at his side, gooseflesh was littered all over his body, raising the hair on the back of his neck as the man seated on the edge of the bed looked him over with an appreciative stare. That's what the gooseflesh was for; how intent the other was staring at him, quick eyes catching every tiny detail, ever birthmark and scar and lovebite his skin flaunted. It made him shiver, his half coat not really enough coverage. He was exposed to the other, who noticed his shudder and stood up. He spoke his name quietly.
"Anders..."
He looked away, feeling vulnerable and meek under Hawke's stare. He knew the man wouldn't do anything to hurt him, but still, he hadn't been this open and giving since Karl, and that was years ago. He'd never had any company like this in a long time. Hawke rumbled his name again, and he glanced up, a little shocked at the soft expression on Hawke's face. He smiled at Anders, holding the mage's robes lightly, eyes never straying from Anders' face. He felt a flush spread over his skin, not because how exposed he was to Hawke, but how intenly the others eyes were boring into his own, amber meeting amber. He smiled slightly as he ducked his head, hooking an arm around his back to grasp his elbow.
"You're staring, Hawke."
"With all reason to."