Hawke was sitting in the gardens. Technically, she wasn't supposed to be there, but the guards seemed to having trouble getting the Captain to discipline his pet mage. They'd relented after a week, and now she spent her days in the sunshine, surrounded by flowers and trellises with vines and a little fountain. They stuck some poor trainee there to watch her and washed their hands of the whole situation.

She was sitting on a bench, braiding flower stems together, trying her best to ignore the nervous templar spawn at her back when she felt the fade shift, then bend over itself. Someone was casting. Not only was someone casting, they were casting a spell that would get them executed. Barrier spells that big in the Gallows made the templars stab first and ask questions later. She sighed softly and stood up, another day locked in her cell.

Hawke turned, then froze. The barrier was over the archway to the gardens, and the person that cast it? Abomination, "Hawke, baby!" The thing spread it arms and shifted towards her, as if it expected a big hug.

She furrowed her brows, looking at the trainee who was struggling to pull his sword free of the sheath and failing miserably, "Uh… Fizzgig?"

The abomination dropped his hands and somehow managed a reproachful look around all it's teeth, "Someone's been putting moves on my girl, sweet cheeks. A little novice on the fourth floor saw everything through her window. Now she's dreaming about it. You've ruined her, there's no chance she'll develop a healthy sexuality, now." He suddenly grinned, "She's my new favorite. After you, of course."

The trainee got his sword free and swung it wildly just as Fizzgig shifted forward again, completely ignoring him. Hawke took an equal number of steps back before she turned and climbed one of the trellis, up onto the stone frames, looking back down at him, "You're nuts! You're in the middle of the gallows, Fizzgig. Surrounded by hundreds of templars. You're going to die. Again. You're a masochist!"

"Marketing, kitten," the demon said, hands raised in a shrug. He reached for a trellis but it wouldn't support his weight and he just ended up pulling it down before tossing it over one shoulder. It hit the trainee and both went down in a crash. Fizzgig beckoned her, "Come down from there, pet. Give us a kiss."

"No! Who did you possess? What'd you promise him?"

Fizzgig waved a hand vaguely, "Oh, you know, ultimate power, and all that."

The fallen trellis shifted, moved up, then crashed back down, again. Templars were now gathering behind the barrier, beating on it, yelling though she couldn't hear them, pointing, running, "I didn't think you were this stupid, Fizzgig!"

"Sex sells, baby doll."

Hawke's eyes bugged and she started moving down the stone frame, across the garden, "I am not having sex with an abomination!"

Fizzgig followed her, hands still raised as if in serenade, "Ahhh, Hawke, baby, you're breakin' my heart, here. I worked hard on this! Got the big chest! I know how much you love the big chest!"

"It's oozing!"

"Okay, forget the chest, listen to the voice! Eh? Little Arishok, mixed with some pride demon. Don't try to deny the voice, now, doll, you know how I adore your honesty." The trellis finally got pushed up and over and the trainee was free, grabbing his sword and advancing again.

Hawke sighed, "Okay, the voice is pretty great. I'm still not having sex with an abomination!"

"Okay, look." He hands waved as if to dismiss the trivialities, "I know. You love the tinglies more than the big finish. I understand that, baby girl. But I gotta tell ya, I'm not feelin your commitment to this venture."

The trainee swung again, and missed again, chasing the demon around the yard as the demon followed Hawke. She stopped moving, "You said I wasn't the long term investment type, Fizzgig!"

The demon shrugged again, "Just cause I don't wanna be inside you, doesn't mean I don't wanna get up in you, sweets." The templar swung, and would have hit his target if the demon didn't dodge to one side, grabbing the sword and yanking it out of the trainee's hands, "Oh! So close!" he yelled, turning on the templar and grabbing him in his free hand, overly long clawed fingers closing about his waist.

"Fizzgig! Fizzgig, you put that templar down!"

The demon gave a great heaving sigh, "Okay. Okay, I get it. You need a little time to think about it. Maybe sleep on it. Call around and do some comparison shopping." He dropped the templar, but kept the sword, "You're a smart girl, I respect that."

Hawke tilted her head, looking over at the barrier, then back down at the demon, "Goodbye, Fizzgig."

Fizzgig huffed, "Goodbye. Do I look like an amateur? I'll see you, tonight, you precious thing. Just got some havoc to wreak, first. Have a brand to protect, you know." He tossed the sword back to the trainee, then dismissed the barrier, gave an impressive roar, and surged towards the veterans.