Tapping her foot absentmindedly, Hawke closed her eyes for a moment. Isabela was taking longer than usual to get the wine. "Perhaps she decided to taste a few different ones," Hawke thought to herself. It certainly wouldn't be the first time. Standing up, she walked over to her bedside table, grabbing the cup that she always kept next to the bed. Conjuring up ice, she then proceeded to melt it before rapidly cooling it a bit again. Ice water a la mage, one of the more domestic practicalities of being able to channel the forces of nature. As she returned to the fire, she heard the door opening and turned around.

The sight that met her made her drop the cup she was holding, water pooling at her feet as she stared slack-jawed at the person entering her room. "Fenris," she breathed. What startled her the most, she would later realize, was not the fact that it was him and not Isabela standing there with two bottles of wine and crystal glasses. No, it was the fact that, instead of being dressed in his customary spiky armor, he was wearing soft, black leather breeches with a matching silk shirt. It was delicately trimmed with silver thread around the sleeves, the pattern curling up matching the design of the lyrium tattoos beneath. The pants were embossed with a similar silver pattern down the sides, disappearing into knee-high black boots polished to a shine. It contrasted beautifully with his silvery white hair, and made his green eyes stand out like gemstones set amidst dusky skin. "You look..." was as far as she got before he coughed and looked beyond her into the fire. "I met Isabela in the main hall. She said she was running late and asked me to take this up here. Can I come in?" Blushing, Hawke bent down to pick up the cup she had dropped, and discreetly dried the wet spot on the carpet with a careful application of heat. "Of course, come, we can sit by the fire. I'd rather not have to clean my desk if that's ok with you."

Maker. Did she even know what she was doing to him, bending down in that dress? She was lithe, cat-like, and simply bent from the waist, giving him a good view of her cleavage as she did so. Though, he was rather happy it was her front she was displaying. Had she bent over like that with her back towards him...no, he'd rather not think of that, not now. The breeches he was wearing were as tight as any he had ever worn, and would most definitely reveal his appreciation for that particular vision. Not that the sight of the slight swell of her breasts and slight glimpse of rosy nipples didn't have him thinking about things like a cold bath or the abomination ranting in order to keep his body under control.

"That dress..it's from the fabrics you bought at the market?" he asked carefully. She paused in the act of arranging her legs as she sat down to glance up at him nervously. "Ehm, yes, as a matter of fact it is. Is it...does it not suit me?" He almost laughed out loud. Not suit her? If he was to be perfectly honest with himself, he preferred seeing her dressed in black. It contrasted sharply with her smooth, pale skin, setting off her mercurial silvery blue eyes perfectly. "It looks lovely Hawke," he murmured as he walked over, sitting himself down next to her. Close enough to touch her if he wished, yet far enough away to give them both the space and air they seemed to need for now.

Hawke was lost for words. Though it didn't happen very often, she hated the times it did, and for some reason, being near the Tevinter elf tended to empty her brain. Consequently, the only thing she managed to stutter out when he didn't seem to be saying anything was "Wine?" He started slightly, then handed her a glass and the bottle of Orlesian white. Though not overly fond of wine, this one suited her palate. Light, slightly dry, and best served cold. And the alcohol in it was rather low, which meant she could have more than just a few glasses and still not get drunk in any substantial way. A subtle push of force magic had the cork popping open, a trickle of frost chilled it, and she poured herself a glass, watching the light yellow color deepening against the fire in front of her.

"I really appreciate you coming along Fenris," Hawke said softly after a few sips. He glanced over at her before using his phasing powers to open his own bottle, carefully pouring a glass of his own. "At first, I wasn't even intending to go, but Isa made such a good case for it. And then I started to look forward to it as well, so...I must admit I would have been rather sad if I ended up not going after all." Hawke poured herself another glass, falling silent once again. She hoped she wasn't sounding too selfish when trying to thank him, as she knew she could come off that way. Fenris cleared his throat, looking at the ceiling. "I wouldn't have let you not go Hawke. You need it, that much is apparent to all your friends, me included." She looked over at him, trying not to stare in disbelief. Had he just included himself in her group of friends? She had always heard him refer to himself as an acquaintance, or working companion, and she discovered she was rather pleased that he actually thought of himself as more than that. "I must admit, it's not something I would have gone to of my own volition, but...you called upon me. And, as promised, I answered." She dropped her gaze before he could notice her now disappointed stare. Was that all it was then? Him fulfilling what he thought was his duty to her? "Fenris..you don't have any obligation to come along you know. If you really don't want to, you don't have to. You've already paid off any debt you incurred when I helped you with those slavers when we first met. I don't want you to think that you have to..." His head snapped down, and he scowled at her, snorting shortly. "That is not what I meant Hawke, I apologize." He shook his head, then looked her straight in the eye. "I am not very good at expressing personal feelings, and I'm aware that makes me come off as very formal. What I meant...what I wanted to say...You said you needed me tonight. And that made me feel good. I might not always show it, but I appreciate you and your company, and I am honored that you asked me to come along."

He was hoping she didn't notice the way his ears were burning. He had not intended to be so forward, but it seemed she had misunderstood what he had said previously, and it had upset her. But as he saw a small smile spread on her face and her eyes light up, he thought it had been worth the embarrassment. Though Hawke smiled a lot, he hadn't seen this type of smile before. One that could only be described as bashfully pleased. Her eyes lowered, a small blush creeping across her cheekbones, lips twitching upwards as if she was fighting a grin. It was beautiful.

They spent the next half hour silently watching the fire, sipping their wine, until Bodahn knocked on the door and announced that the carriage had rolled up outside.

"Well. Here we go then!" Hawke whispered to herself, risking a glance and a small smile in Fenris' direction. He put his hand on the small of her back, urging her gently forward. "Yes, here we go."