[Male Hawke/Fenris, Anders; background - Dog & Isabela]
In-game dialogue/situation based.
"I know it isn't my place to criticize, but… Are you sure about Fenris?" asked Anders, frustrated and anxious at the same time. Blue light sparked feverishly in his eyes.
Why did he choose to approach Hawke with personal matters while they were running his ASAP errand — and in Fenris's presence, no less! — was anybody's guess. The smell and the ominous sewers' lightning didn't help the mood either.
Meanwhile, Anders continued, "He seems less a man to me than a wild dog."
That's to say, Hawke was already tired of his constant nagging and not-so-subtle passes, so this outburst just felt like a proverbial straw that broke the camel's back. His patience snapped. He gritted his teeth, made a mental sigh, and, with a fake cheerfulness and an exaggerated confidence, leant forward.
"Ah, you don't say! He is so good at doggy-style!.." Hawke drawled in a stage whisper.
Beside him Fenris made a strange, sort of strangled sound. Stepping closer, he outright growled.
Obviously, his lover wasn't exactly pleased with the way this conversation was heading. To say the least. Hawke was sorely tempted to slap himself in the face. Hard. He swallowed. Yeah, he should expect a really serious talk when they get back home… and maybe some time in the doghouse.
In the rear, Dog, oblivious to any implications, woofed his approval while Isabela was fighting a losing battle with a sudden coughing fit.