"Who are you writing to?" Fenris asked peeking his head over the rogue's shoulder, watching her grin like a feline for the last few minutes had been slow torture.
"I have no idea, Lord some thing or other, asking if I'm single, that's all." She sniggered at that point the elf's eyes, hypnotized by the way her quill feather moved gracefully, suddenly snapped to her instead with a deadpan expression. The male crossed his arms and Hawke could hear his movement, the smugness only grew.
"Excuse me?" He said gaining Hawke's attention enough for her to drop the quill gently on the table and stand with a stretch, a groan of pleasure as a joint cracked, but other than that she smiled innocently at the frowning Fenris,
"What? You expect nobles to not be drooling over any thing with a better title than them? Or am I too ugly?" She cooed already knowing his answer, but he only scoffed and looked to the fire.
Not too happy about others sniffing around little ol' Hawke? That had really brightened her evening and he'd only been in the estate five minutes.
"Oh, don't brood, you've only been here, what? Three? Five minutes? And the house isn't that depressing." She smiled taking the time to look around the lounge and frowned at the darkness with out the lamps on, despite the fire, not to mention the eerie mantle decorations that were gold plated above the fire place and shadowing of the book shelves…
…
She placed her hands on her hips.
"Great, my house is depressing…" Hawke muttered with a deeper frown and crease in her brow making the elf look over his shoulder to her with a small smile.
"Maybe if you got rid of these statues…" he grumbled to the large things in question hovering above the mantle, they brought back fairly unpleasant memories…
"Mother picked them out…I'm scared to question her fashion, cooking and decoration sense…but if you'd like to I'll back you up a hundred percent…at about the same amount of miles away too." The woman grinned stopping at the elf's side, bending forward and keeping her gaze on him with merry orbs.
"You are so supportive Hawke."
"I'm just a peach, aren't I?"
He chuckled shaking his head.
"Soft and juicy," He confirmed as he moved to the stairs and looked back at the dumbfounded Hawke.
"Should we start the lesson now?" He smiled as Roxi gaped like a fish for a few seconds trying to say some thing. He'd just called her juicy. He just called her soft?
"Are you calling me fat?" She squeaked as she laughed walking up the stairs will Roxi in toll
"That's not answering my question!"