A/N: Takes place at Caer Bronach, the day after the siege.
Feeling fresh from her bath and needing to stretch her unused legs after a long night's sleep, Gwen took to touring Caer Bronach.
Turning a corner of the battlements, Gwen saw him at the next bend, some ways off, perched on the edge of the balustrade, tense and waiting. Curiosity drew her in and she cleared her throat upon her approach, as he was fixated on whatever he was doing.
From several paces away, Hawke jumped, then rounded irritably, ready to pounce on whosoever interrupted him, until he saw her, the Inquisitor, drawing ever nearer. He held something behind his back though refused to bring it into her view.
"Hawke." She slowed her pace and nodded friendly enough. They had never been alone before.
"Inquisitor?" He lifted his eyebrow, hoping to convey a question without actually having to use the words.
When she didn't answer his nonexistent question, he decided to try clarity. He stood up straighter, hoping to discourage her from lingering with his chill tone. "What are you doing up here? Doesn't the Inquisitor have loads of business to attend to… elsewhere?"
"I was just wandering the keep. Enjoy the sights." Attempting to peer around him, she started to wonder what exactly the known trickster was up to. Gwen leaned onto the battlements which looked out over the courtyard. Below, she saw two soldiers walking buckets of water to one of the towers. The bathing tower to be precise.
Hawke couldn't help but crack a grin. "Me too."
Gwen snapped her head back to Hawke. "Wait a moment. What are you doing up here?" Her eyes narrowed and she walked briskly to the place where the man stood.
Taking determined steps toward her, he tried to catch her arm, but failed. "Inquisitor, wait."
From her new position at the bend in the battlements, she peered out to the courtyard again. This time, from her vantage point, she could see clearly through a large window into the bathing tower as a very wet, very nude Alistair stepped out of the water and walked out of sight.
Gwen's eyes were wide as saucers when she finally turned to meet her rogue companion.
"Damn it! You made me miss him." Hawke's lips curled into a smirk as he produced the spyglass from behind his back.
"I… I can't believe I just witnessed that, Sweet Maker." The Inquisitor's face was flush, but she kept talking. "I also can't believe that he is still in the bath. What was it, two hours ago that I left him?"
"Nearly." Hawke grinned. "Now, stand aside. There's definitely more to see.'
P.S. Cut because Hawke is sort of "nice" in this, and I couldn't find a way to make him a jerk when he's being a peeping Tom.