Hawke listened to his description of biotics with mild amusement. "That sounds all a lot more technical than yeah, we've got magic, it just works. We don't have a causation outside of being born that way. It's often genetic though. Depending on where you live it's either the best thing that's happened to you or the worst." Most was the latter, but she used to think about how much better it'd be if they managed to run off to Tevinter with Bethany early on. It wasn't possible, really, but it was a nice thought all the same. "Is ogre an insult? It's what they are. Although they're also awful darkspawn so there's that."

She grins at the light flirting, thinking something much the same at the moment. Don't shit where you eat. But it wouldn't be the first time. In general though Hawke liked chattering and sometimes that led to flirting both harmless and not harmless. It would be difficult for her not to tease and flirt as a natural flow of conversation, so it was nice to both have that sort of natural knack.

"Mostly it's nights and mornings that I have a schedule. Patrols most nights. Scouting most mornings. Sometimes hunts. I train archery during the day, if people show up." Hawke flips her hair over her shoulder and winks at him. "I'm a very important person, you know. A fan favorite. I would love the charming company though." She had the remarkable ability to say nice things about herself but not really mean it in the least. She gestured for him to follow her back downstairs.

"My mother was the sewer. She could mend anything, and I should know, I brought her many things ripped." She made do whenever possible. Hawke mostly managed to talk about her without the normal stab of pain. So far so good. She went right back to her perch and nodded nearby, if he wanted to join her. "I am mostly just lazy about it."