A/N: I'm going back through fixing this story at a friend's urging. It is a bit of a mess. Anyway, this is in the first year, just a second conversation between Fenris and Hawke after they first speak in Fenris' mansion. It's mostly just a little chatter, but assume this is pieces between the canon romance with Fenris.

Trust

Hawke opened the door to the mansion and walked into the foyer. The elf, unaware of Hawke's presence, walked out of the bathroom naked. He looked up, then saw Hawke.

"I didn't expect you to visit so soon Hawke," Fenris said not seeming phased by being totally naked. Hawke felt a twinge of desire, but bit his lip and held back.

"I don't intend to impose, I can leave-"

"No. Just give me a moment to get dressed and I will be able to talk with you," he replied. Hawke sat down at the table, while Fenris went into his room. He came out a few minutes later, dressed in his usual armor.

"Now that I am decent, was there something specific you needed?"

"No, I just came to talk to you Fenris. After that argument you and Anders had, I worried that you'd leave Kirkwall," Hawke replied. Fenris sighed.

"I could not leave."

"Why?"

"I have things here I wish to stay for. An abomination mage will not convince me to leave. For now, I remain." Hawke smiled.

"I'm glad you're sticking around. I need someone like you that I trust around." Fenris gave a surprised look.

"You trust me?" Fenris asked.

"I do. You are one of the few."

"Do you not trust everyone then?"

"No. I trust you, Aveline, and I trust Varric enough not kill or betray me. Merrill is unpredictable, Anders is just bloody insane, Isabela is sure to stab me in the back sooner or later, and I worry that my own sister will resort to blood magic," Hawke said with a sigh. Fenris laughed.

"Am I not as unpredictable as Merrill or as insane as Anders then? Not as likely to stab you in the back?" Fenris asked.

"You are quite predictable. Any mage that has resorted to blood magic dies, any other goes to the circle. Slavers die on site, regardless of the situation. Qunari are to be dealt with by speaking if possible."

"Perhaps I am." Hawke looked into the elf's eyes.

"Fenris, it's just something about you... how you've been hurt and betrayed... somehow I know that you wouldn't ever hurt me," Hawke said. Fenris looked down.

"Do not make me something I cannot live up to."

"I am not. You have exceeded any expectations I had for someone who I met under such secrecy," Hawke replied with a smirk. Fenris laughed.

"True enough. I enjoy you coming here, Hawke. It's strange... having someone to talk to."

"Did no one wish to talk to you in Tevinter?"

"No. I was something of a guard dog. People-even other slaves- would gawk at me as I passed by. I was feared," Fenris explained, "my appearance frightened everyone, and Denarius used it to his advantage."

"I still don't see how anyone could be frightened of your appearance. You're beautiful Fenris," Hawke said. The elf smiled.

"How could no one have seen you and wanted to help? I don't understand it," Hawke added.

"I don't see how you could want to help," Fenris replied. Hawke laughed.

"Some things will remain mysteries I suppose."

"Thank you, Hawke. I appreciate your visits... but you likely have work to attend to."

"Right. Well, Fenris, if you need anything, you know where Gamlen's hovel is." The elf laughed.

"I do indeed. I will not hesitate to ask." Hawke smiled, and went to the door.

"I will return soon, Fenris," the Fereldan said as the door shut. Fenris smiled.

"I look forward to it... Gryffin."

A/N: Gryffin Hawke, male warrior, if anyone is wondering. And I realize that was just a lot of chatter, but it was something that Adam and I discussed and I felt like should have happened. It just makes sense for more flirting to happen, ya know?