Hawke stood in Fenris' doorway, completely shocked. Her mouth was open and every so often her eye would twitch a little bit. Isabela, Merrill, and Sebastian stood behind her. Sebastian stood there awkwardly and tried to avert her eyes. Merrill squealed and giggled and Isabela just smiled and watched. Hawke was the first one to break the silence with a rather loud groan and a facepalm.
"This is the reason him and I don't live together. If you ever wonder why him and I don't live together, this is why. Did I mention we don't live together for this reason? Well, this is the reason we don't live together."
Fenris was dancing. And singing. Rather loudly.
"He wasn't lying when he said he ran from room to room choreographing routines."
Fenris hopped on to the stair railing with impressive grace and ease, all the while singing in Arcanum and performing various dance moves.
"What do you suppose he's singing about?" Isabela whispered into Hawke's ear.
"Probably a tale of beheading mages and slavers, or eating cake and drinking wine, or perhaps he's singing about being a pedophile and is telling us he watches us while we bathe." Isabela sniggered. Merrill's eyes widened even more as he started doing cartwheels across the floor. Merrill sighed wishfully.
"I wish I could dance like that."
Suddenly Fenris noticed they were there an stopped mid-cartwheel, which caused him to fall flat on his blushing face. Hawke heard Sebastian whisper,
"Thank the Maker that is over" and she agreed with him.
Meanwhile Fenris stood and was brushing the dirt off himself.
"I-I was just, um…"
"Dancing?"
"Making a fool out of yourself?"
"Exhibiting new ways to torture people?"
Hawke sighed. Poor Fenris.