Isabela raises an eyebrow. "So tell me, what's he like?" she says, grinning wickedly.
Hawke tries to overlook the obvious innuendo in the pirate's tone. "Hmm. Elvhen. Broody. Deadly with a sword. Drinks a lot of wine."
"You know what I mean, Hawke! How does he kiss? I bet he's all fierce and angry and hot blooded, am I right? Does he leave you feeling like your lips are bruised and as if you never want to stop kissing him?"
Hawke meets Isabela's gaze levelly. "That and more. Every kiss is like the world is ending."
Isabela squirms. "Ooh. Show me?"